It's just wrong."
Cordelia turned away from the window and nearly fell over when Gunn loomed over her, before she remembered the binoculars apparently permanently attached to her face and lowered them. "Huh?"
"Stake-out on New Year's Eve. I should be out there getting funky."
"Funky?"
"See? I'm losing my street slang hanging with you guys."
Snickering, Cordelia reached for a bottle of soda and took a sip, then made a face. "Yuck, warm."
"Think the heatwave is demonic?"
"I think most things are demonic, including the latest style in skirts. What is with the frou frou ruffles?"
Gunn stared blankly at her, then turned his own binoculars to the building across the street. The building that was quiet, dark, and deadly dull.
"Wesley and Angel should be here instead of us. We're young, hip. You're right, we should be out there getting funky or down or whatever. I mean, Wes would just bring a book to any party, and Angel is only good for brooding."
"Yeah, what's up with that? He's not ugly or nothing, yet I never see a woman sneaking out the back door."
Cordelia nearly snorted her warm soda. "You do know about the soul curse thingie, right?"
"Vaguely."
"He can't have sex without losing his soul, or so he believes. Personally I think he can't do it with his one true wuv, but he can bang hookers. He really should bang hookers. Boy is going to explode."
"I really don't need that mental image," Gunn protested.
"Don't worry. He'd never do it. Now Angelus, he'd have sex with anything that moved. Actually, he'd probably have sex with a corpse."
"That's just nasty." Gunn shuddered and popped a handful of cheesy poofs in his mouth. "So are these. You'd think that stake-out duty would get us at least half-way decent snacks."
"Budget crisis." Lifting her binoculars back to her face, Cordelia glared out the window through them. "That place is dead. No one is going to show. This is such a waste of time."
"So, let's book."
"And get a two hour long lecture on deserting our post?" Cordelia shook her head and took another sip of warm soda. "I think we're stuck here through the dropping of the ball."
"Can I at least get a kiss?"
Turning, she gave him an arched eyebrow yet intrigued look. "Maybe."
Gunn grinned. "Maybe things are looking up."
"Don't you know it."
Joining her at the window, he clinked his soda bottle against hers and they both turned their attention back to the building across the street, just in time to see a group of floating blobs seeping through the cracks in the door.
"Action!"
"Not the kind I was looking for," Cordelia murmured as Gunn charged for his axe.
He winked at her. "Let's get this wrapped up and maybe we can share a bit more than a kiss come midnight."
"We'll see." With a smirk at his nicely shaped butt, Cordelia followed him out of the room.
End