Hyperion, Saturday Night

[demonbelthazor]

Bel didn't get sick often, especially since he picked up the nifty insta-healing powers in the Wastelands. But there were a few things that could still knock him off his feet, such as, unfortunately, the common cold. And said cold turned Bel into a whiny, cranky, miserable patient indeed.

Phoebe had gone to the store to buy a bottle of medicine for him. It was the most vile thing he had ever tasted, and living in the Underworld, he had tasted a lot of vile things. But he began to feel a little better, so he figured that more of a good thing was a better thing and chugged the whole bottle.

This could prove to be a biiiiig mistake.

Especially because his cell phone was in easy reach.


[For returned phone calls (hee) and Hyperion inhabitants, and brought to you by the fact that I am sick as a dog and high on NyQuil. NyQuil, NyQuil, NyQuil, we love you, you giant frakking Q!]

Comments

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Anders said sarcastically, "as long as you're hopped up on that green gunk I'm pretty sure nothing's gonna be coming up anything."

He had not yet moved from the doorway.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Everything's so greeeeeeeeeeeeen," Bel said dreamily.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Nothing is green except for your brain, right now," Anders said, and went over to sit down on the couch with a sigh. "I'm cutting you off. No more of that stuff for you."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"The green fairy owns your sooooooooooul," Bel said groggily.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"For the love of gods, go back to sleep," Anders grumbled.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

Bel made grabby motions at Anders and whined.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you want some of this?" Anders asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you?"

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Want!" Bel demanded.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders snorted. "You won't remember it in the morning."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

Bel whined again and put on a pouty face. "Want snuggles," he said.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"And I wish I had a video camera to record that statement," Anders answered through a sudden fit of guffawing. "And the whining. This is frakking priceless."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Gimme!" Bel whined, lower lip quivering. "Want my Anders."

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders made a show of leaning back against the couch and tucking his hands behind his head. "Maaaaaybe. I'm not persuaded yet."

He just wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

Bel rolled over on the bed to face the wall. "Did he make you cry, make you break down, shatter your illusions of love," he said plaintively.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh no you are not busting out the Fleetwood Mac on me," Anders snickered. This was so disgustingly, hilariously cute.

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Listen to the wind bloooooooooooooooow," Bel said. "What the sun riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise."

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"As pickup lines go, you've had better," Anders told him. "But aww, you stopped making the grabby hands. Now I'm wounded."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

Bel rolled back over and made with the grabby hands again. "Gimme," he said.

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"See, this is where I expect you to bust out the ABBA," Anders said solemnly. "That might convince me."

Re: Visitors

[demonbelthazor]

"Don't go wasting your emotion," Bel wibbled. "Lay all your love on me."

Re: Visitors

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Cute. Wrong song, but cute," Anders decided, grinning. "Keep going."