October 12th, 2008

First date...

Who: Rachel, Terell (and a brief appearance by Cassie)
When: Friday night
Where: Rachel's house

Terell hadn't felt this excited in a while, actually. Since meeting Rachel that fateful night at The Bronze, the striking brunette had found her way into his thoughts more than he felt possible. When they'd talked about a date, and agreed on an evening at her place, getting to know each other better, he felt that a better evening couldn't have been suggested, really. So put put on his favorite cologne, spiffied himself up with a black and gray suit, and bought a small bouquet of flowers. And now he stood there, on the doorstep, and pressed the doorbell, waiting for an answer.

The door opened a few moments later, and standing there was the tiny blonde form of Rachel's semi-adopted daughter, Cassie Allen. Wearing blue shorts and a Rainbow Brite t-shirt, Cassie looked up at him, smirking as she looked at the flowers. "Wow. A suit and flowers too, huh? I'd really appreciate it if you don't try to have The Sex with my mom, ok? It's a first date and all. I don't her reputation being pooped on. Oh, and, cuz really... I sit on that couch and watch TV. I don't want it smelling like one-night-stand. And also? Hurt my mom? And I'll have you killed. I know people who know people." She gave a bright smile. "And on that note, welcome to our home!"

Rachel emerged from the hallway, wearing a classic black dress with her hair done up. It'd been a while since she'd had an occasion to dress up, and she put some effort into it. When she saw Cassie giving Terell the third degree, she smiled. "I see you've already made it past the door guard - welcome."

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The aftermath of overconfidence

Who: Lizzie, Warren, ot anyone who would come visit
Where: Sunnydale General hospital
When: the day after this incident

Lizzie couldn't believe what happen. Warren, her Warren who always planned things out so carefully, rushing headlong into danger and getting nearly killed as a result. She didn't know what he was thinking, going off like that, without calling any of his friends for backup. Today she sat by his bedside, smoothing the hair back from his face as he slept. They had him hooked up to machines and monitors, and a morphine drip, so he was doing a lot of sleeping.

She supposed that was good - it would help him heal. Earlier while he rested, she'd slipped out of the room briefly to make some phonecalls to Jon, Andrew, Maya, and Gwen letting them know what had happened. She hoped that they'd come in to see Warren sometime today. She'd also called Katie, and Clive to ask what had happened after her and Warren had left the scene. Lastly she'd called cousin Kit, thanking him for bringing them to the hospital - and telling him she had to go when he started discussing the plot of the television show he was watching.

Since then, she'd been sitting by Warren's side, waiting for him to wake up. "I was so worried about you," she whispered. "I don't know why you were out there all by yourself like that..."