"No, I'll wait, thank you," Wesley said, taking his cue from Spike and Angel. It might not be a bad thing for the others to have at least one drink under their belts before they found out, he thought -- it might make the experience a little less... raw.
The waitress nodded and went off.
Wesley gestured at the chair he'd been using. "Fred?"
"Oh," Fred said, moving over and sitting down. "Thanks."
Lorne claimed a chair as well, and Gunn glanced around and then took a few steps over toward the small stack of chairs in the corner of the room behind the door, taking one and handing it to Wesley. "Looks like they got the count wrong," Gunn offered.
Angel cleared his throat. "No," he said. "Actually, I wasn't supposed to be here."
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Date: 2004-10-11 05:29 am (UTC)The waitress nodded and went off.
Wesley gestured at the chair he'd been using. "Fred?"
"Oh," Fred said, moving over and sitting down. "Thanks."
Lorne claimed a chair as well, and Gunn glanced around and then took a few steps over toward the small stack of chairs in the corner of the room behind the door, taking one and handing it to Wesley. "Looks like they got the count wrong," Gunn offered.
Angel cleared his throat. "No," he said. "Actually, I wasn't supposed to be here."