The Mighty Belthazor

Bel spent the day being lazy because there was no construction today. Eventually he noticed his phone battery was dead, so he plugged it in and found he had messages waiting.

After listening to the first, he became puzzled. He returned that call and moved on to the next one. The second message was even more baffling. Not even sure who had called him, he dialed the number back and left a message of his own. Then things got even weirder. Licking, what the hell? He returned that call.

Then there was a strange proposition, which he quickly agreed was bad idea. What the hell? Now Dean had a demon fetish? Or maybe it was Alec, he couldn't tell. He shot that one down as well. It was all very flattering and a great boost to his ego, but he was quite happy with Phoebe and Anders.

Then there was Luke's weird whinings. He felt bad that he hadn't spent much time with his little brother, so he called him back. And then he called Anders.

Bel limped into the South Attic and quickly headed for the shower to wash away the evidence of fighting. He wasn't in too bad of shape, but he'd have a bruise on his jaw for a few days. He debated how he was going to explain that to Phoebe. "Sweetheart, I had to fight him because he freaked out Willow"? "I've been feeling aggressive and needed to fight to get it out"? He hated not confiding in her, but he hated disappointing her even more.

Then there was the weirdness with Callisto earlier in the library. He'd asked her if she wanted him to call Angel; she had indicated yes. Problem was he didn't want to talk to Angel. He stared at his phone for several long moments, then sighed and crawled into bed with Phoebe. He'd think about it tomorrow.