{"id":3104,"date":"2015-06-29T21:25:55","date_gmt":"2015-06-29T20:25:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=3104"},"modified":"2015-06-29T21:41:40","modified_gmt":"2015-06-29T20:41:40","slug":"that-dating-thing-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/29\/that-dating-thing-2\/","title":{"rendered":"That Dating Thing. 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><b>Part 2<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;RILEY FINN?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;And <i>again<\/i> I say YES.&#8221; Said Cordelia shaking her head, &#8220;Want me to go out the room and come back in and say it again?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Angel frowned, &#8220;But&#8230; But&#8230;&#8221; He growled, making Cordelia frown. &#8220;Geez, Angel! What do you *have* against me having a normal life? I know he&#8217;s not a vampire, I met him in the <i>sunlight<\/i>. He&#8217;s not a demon, he actually killed one in my presence!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;But that doesn&#8217;t mean he&#8217;s not evil!&#8221; Angel yelled. <i>What the hell am I saying? The guy&#8217;s not evil just&#8230; Well, if I say an asshole, does that mean I&#8217;m jealous?<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Cordy, there&#8217;s something you should know ab&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;No!&#8221; Cordelia shook her head, stubbornly, &#8220;No, no and no again. For once I&#8217;m going to go out and <i>be<\/i> normal. I&#8217;m gonna sit there and not worry about noodles in my hair! I&#8217;m going out on a date and if you don&#8217;t like it you can go&#8230; BROOD!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She grabbed her bag and stalked away from him, leaving Angel to stand there and sigh. Fred popped her head out of the door, &#8220;Are you brooding?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><i>Y&#8217;know? I think I am.<\/i> Thought Angel.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">***<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;So&#8230;&#8221; Cordelia smiled, &#8220;How did you get into the whole&#8230; Demon fighting business.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Riley glanced at Cordelia, wondering what to tell her. She seemed to know enough about it herself so there was no point in him hiding anything from her. &#8220;I used to&#8230; Fight demons&#8230; In college&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Oh!&#8221; Said Cordelia, &#8220;For fun or just for&#8230; Something else?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;For&#8230; The something else thing. Involved a girl. Ended badly.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordelia nodded, &#8220;Oh yeah, it usually does&#8230; I mean, take my ex-boss for example.&#8221; Riley&#8217;s eyebrows raised. &#8220;He&#8217;s brooded over this girl for the past God only knows how long, he&#8217;s just come back from this whole spiritual retreat thing to find out that hey, the girl he thought he&#8217;d&#8230; Uhm&#8230; LOST&#8230; Is back and&#8230; Now he doesn&#8217;t really brood anymore which completely throws me for a loop and&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordelia stopped, &#8220;I need to breathe.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Riley smiled at her, taking a sip of his beer, &#8220;Your boss broods a lot, huh?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;EX-boss&#8230; And ohhhh yeah, we&#8217;re talking the Eternal Brooder, in the very literal sense.&#8221; She smiled. &#8220;He&#8217;s cool though. He does what you do. Fights demons and stuff.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Suddenly, this was getting a little familiar to Riley. And then a *lot* familiar. &#8220;Uhm&#8230; Cordelia, what&#8217;s your boss called?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Why?&#8221; She was instantly put on guard by the question. If he wanted to hurt Angel, she&#8217;d walked right into this.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Uhm&#8230; I think I might know him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;And where might you know him from? You&#8217;re from Iowa, he&#8217;s never been to Iowa&#8230; And he&#8217;s my EX-boss.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Well, has he lived anywhere else?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Like where?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Southern California?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;We&#8217;re <i>in<\/i> Southern California.&#8221; Said Cordelia.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Oh&#8230;&#8221; Riley decided to play a different tack, &#8220;Just thought I might have known him from somewhere. Places like that aren&#8217;t all that common.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Places like what?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Hellmouths&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;How the f&#8230;&#8221; Cordelia stopped, swearing wasn&#8217;t ladylike, &#8220;How do *you* know what a Hellmouth is?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I went to a school near one.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I went to school ON one.&#8221; Said Cordelia, pointedly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Let me guess, Sunnydale High?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Oh, you&#8217;ve GOT to be kidding me!&#8221; Said Cordelia, shaking her head, &#8220;I moved away from Sunnydale for a reason! To get AWAY from it!&#8221; Okay, so that theory hadn&#8217;t really worked &#8211; Angel was a part of Sunnydale, as was Wesley &#8211; a part she wouldn&#8217;t trade for the world.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Is this some kind of &#8216;I was mean to you I think I&#8217;ll get back at her&#8217; thing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Huh?&#8221; This left Riley puzzled.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Well, I was mean to people in High School &#8211; and if you want to kill me for it and think dating&#8217;s the way to do it, think again buster, I was impregnated with Hellspawn! Almost TWICE! I&#8217;m *so* not naive.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Riley stared at her for a while in complete puzzlement, &#8220;I thought not many people knew of the Hellmouth&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Well, when you&#8217;ve got little Miss Likes To Fight in your Senior Class, it&#8217;s kinda hard not knowing&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Little Miss Likes To Fight?&#8221; <i>&#8216;She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries&#8217;.<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Just a&#8230; Girl, I used to know her&#8230; I still do&#8230; Well, again. I do *again*. I didn&#8217;t know her for a while on account of her being dea&#8230; Uhm&#8230; De-ACTIVE!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;De-active? Since when was she active?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Huh?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;With the Council?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;The Watcher&#8217;s Council?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;BUFFY!&#8221; He exclaimed. She knew Buffy!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Buffy? You know Buffy?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><i>Oh God,<\/i> Thought Cordelia, <i>Could this BE any more awkward?<\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;I used to date her!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Oh&#8230; CRAP&#8230; You&#8217;re <i>that<\/i> Riley? Jeez, no wonder he brooded!&#8221; Said Cordelia, then,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;OHHH, YOU&#8217;RE <i>THAT<\/i> RILEY!!!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yeah, I&#8217;m that Riley&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;The one who&#8230; Left&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Yup.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;The one who went to Belize on the big missiony thing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Uh-huh&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;The one who doesn&#8217;t know that Buffy&#8230;&#8221; Cordelia tailed off, &#8220;Uhm, maybe I shouldn&#8217;t be the one who tells you this&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Tells me what?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Uh, nothing. I mean, everything&#8217;s fine now I think&#8230; Sure she&#8217;s still a little disoriented and everything but&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Riley sighed, &#8220;Her Mom&#8230; It&#8217;s her Mom, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordelia shook her head, &#8220;No, that happened ages ago&#8230; I&#8217;m talking about when Buffy died, not her Mom&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">&#8220;Joyce di &#8211; WHAT? BUFFY DIED?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Cordelia gulped, &#8220;Uhm&#8230; Maybe you should&#8230; Take another drink&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2015\/06\/29\/that-dating-thing-3\/\">Part 3<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Part 2 &#8220;RILEY FINN?&#8221; &#8220;And again I say YES.&#8221; Said Cordelia shaking her head, &#8220;Want me to go out the room and come&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3104","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-to-be-continued-fic"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3104","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3104"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3104\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}