The Mighty Belthazor

Bel had safely stashed Phoebe in another room in the hotel, up on one of the higher floors away from everyone else. She hadn't been entirely happy with him locking her up there, but he wanted to keep her safe and hidden from Veronica and Piper or anyone else that might try to take her away.

He'd shimmered out to locate his volatile vampire and found her with Lindsey and Piper. Having Phoebe back certainly hadn't instantly restored him to good guy status since he never quite got there to begin with in his world due to her death, so he hadn't exactly stepped in to stop them. He was more than happy to let veronica distract herself with Piper, and getting rid of the witch would make sure that she wouldn't try to take Phoebe from him. He'd just totally blame it on Veronica and Lindsey, and what Phoebe didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Of course, torture always got him worked up and horny, and Veronica was doing her best to seduce him, and even with Phoebe back he still had a thing for vampires and he hadn't progressed past his jackass days (and still hadn't, if you asked Logan or Anakin), so he didn't exactly fight to hard about being dragged to bed with Veronica. And Lindsey. Piper having to witness the debauchery was just icing on the proverbial cake.

Come the next morning, Piper was still tied to a chair, and Bel was in the bed tangled up in post-coital bliss with his vampires. Except they weren't vampires anymore, and he was back to being his true self. And waking up to a very girly scream from Lindsey.

[For the orgy pile and the disgusted witness. And possibly anyone looking for them. ;) ]

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!]

Too restless to sleep, Bel left Phoebe to slumber peacefully and wandered the halls of the hotel. He felt drawn to the second floor but tried to resist, ending up on the third floor instead. Debating going outside to find a demon or two to vanquish, he padded silently down the hall.

( Veronica had far too much on her mind to actually sleep. )


[ooc: NFB due to distance, no interaction due to said same distance and because of the fact that marsheadtilt and I are frakkin' exhausted.]

After visiting Allie at the clinic, Bel headed back to the dorms for his sixth period sociology class. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Dr. Grissom yet about his involvement in getting him out of jail, and he was eagerly awaiting the chance to thank him.

As he walked down the hall, he spotted Veronica heading to her own sixth period class. Bel looked around, saw no one was paying much attention, and grabbed Veronica by the arm, pulling her with him into the nearby men's room.


[ooc: The fact Bel pulled V into the bathroom is fine for broadcast, the conversation itself is NFB. Speculate as you will. ;) ]