lisellawilliams: "I'm bored. Entertain me?"

Saschaian: I looked over at Iz, who lay sprawled on my couch, head hanging over the armrest. "What?"

Saschaian: "I'm bored," Iz repeated and stopped looking at the ceiling and looked at me instead.

Saschaian: "So?"

Saschaian: "Entertain me." He gave me a stubborn 'do as I say or else I shall whine forever and ever' look.

Saschaian: I looked helplessly around. Entertain him? With what?

Saschaian: I grinned at him and got up of my chair. He looked back at me and narrowed his eyes, then shook his head.

Saschaian: "Nope. Not up for it."

Saschaian: I froze and stared at him. Iz? Not up for sex? What the hell?

Saschaian: Iz stretched idly. "Just. Don't feel like it. Think of something else. Tell me tales of Spike and Riley. Or Oz and Giles. Something."

Saschaian: I kept blinking at him.

Saschaian: He gave me an annoyed look. "Well?"

Saschaian: I sat back down. "Spike and Riley?"

Saschaian: "Yeah. And don't pretend you haven't thought about it. And, also, a foot massage wouldn't be frowned upon..." He looked hopeful.

Saschaian: "Iz, you're a good friend. You're not THAT good a friend. And I haven't thought about it," I added, returning to looking through various galleries of free pictures.

Saschaian: Iz laughed. "Yeah right!"

Saschaian: "I haven

Saschaian: 't!" I insisted.

Saschaian: Iz was silent for a while. I felt him looking at me though. About five minutes later...

Saschaian: "I'm bored. Entertain me."

Saschaian: I looked at the ceiling for higher council. "You just want my attention."

Saschaian: "Yeah, true," Iz nodded happily. "So?"

lisellawilliams: He wasn't rising to the bait very well.

lisellawilliams: I sigh.

lisellawilliams: "Look," I explain patiently. "On any given day I'd have your belt undone and you wrapped around the center pillar of the Corner, broad daylight, putting on a show for all the little kiddies you babysit from school."

lisellawilliams: He ignores me.

lisellawilliams: I try and make myself more comfortable on the couch, and pull the Latin textbook out from under my ass. Yeah, no wonder I have a sore tailbone from sleeping funny... "Alex, do you have any concept of how *bored* I am?"

lisellawilliams: He doesn't even look up. "I made my move, I was suave, sensitive, actually getting *up*.. what the hell do you want."

lisellawilliams: Again. With more patience. My jaw clenched a little. He wasn't helping any. "--entertain me."

lisellawilliams: I just barely ducked the Greek textbook. Apparently, studying in the Corner was hazardous to my health. --like we all didn't know that already.

Saschaian: Entertain me, I mouthed to myself and rolled my eyes. God, sometimes he was beyond belief annoying. And he KNEW it too.

Saschaian: "Alex?"

Saschaian: "What?!"

Saschaian: "...Nothing."

Saschaian: Pause. I actually managed to find the magnolia picture I was looking for.

Saschaian: "Alex?"

Saschaian: "...What?"

Saschaian: "Oh.. Nothing." Iz sighed sadly.

Saschaian: I turned my head slightly to eye him suspiciously. "What?"

Saschaian: "Nothing, nothing," he waves his hand. "Really. Don't mind me. Go back to... whatever it is you're doing."

Saschaian: "Right." I went back to the galleries.

Saschaian: Iz sighed heavily.

Saschaian: I determinedly went looking for tulips and/or cokeboxes.

Saschaian: Iz gave sort of .. keen mixed with a sigh.

Saschaian: Nice red tulip.

Saschaian: "...Alex?"

Saschaian: I gritted my teeth and turned around. "What? What is it?"

Saschaian: Iz gave me an innocent look. "Nothing. Just. I'm bored --"

Saschaian: "..Entertain me. Right." I sighed this time. "Are you going to shut up anytime soon if I don't?"

Saschaian: Iz thought about it, then shook his head. "Nope."

Saschaian: I looked at him. "Okay. 'Once upon a time there was a bad arse vampire named Spike, who, unfortunately for him, had a chip in his head (and one on his shoulder, but that was different). He hung around the evil, evil, goody-two-shoes slayer and fought demons and other bad looking beings because he couldn't fight the slayer, which was what he wanted, really. Well, that, and fuck her silly, but that was different."

Saschaian: Iz grinned happily.

Saschaian: "Another guy who hung around the slayer was her boyfriend. Or, used to be boyfriend who'd never really been dumped but everyone knew she had, even him. His name was Riley. He was from some farm in faraway-i-stan. He was all nice and healthy and didn't smoke or wear black or anything nasty."

Saschaian: "Spike and Riley didn't like each other much."

lisellawilliams: I sat up a little straighter, pinning Alex with my happiest smile. It's true, I am incredibly easily amused. It's what makes me good at splicing film in an amateur fashion; I don't have the equipment at home to do it quickly, and I don't have the authority to do it at the station.

lisellawilliams: It means I spend a lot of time doing very, very, very repetitive things. Most people would find a quicker way to do it, I suppose, but I'm stubborn, and lazy as well.

lisellawilliams: Mindless work staves off boredom.

lisellawilliams: As Alex got distracted by the chat windows he still had running, my tale of vampire sex and possibly angst over cute blonds was forgotten. I sighed. "Seriously, Alex, don't you even have, I don't know, some hack HTML I could do or something?"

lisellawilliams: "...you're that desperate?"

lisellawilliams: I look at him dourly. "Honey, you have no idea."

Saschaian: "Yeah, all right." I squinted at my screen as I thought about it. "You want to code pictures?"

Saschaian: "Not particulary," Iz said, and got up of the couch. "But why not?"

Saschaian: I handed him the school cd. "Here. I have them by maps and files and stuff, you just have to write the code."

Saschaian: Iz grabbed the cd and sat down by the computer beside me. He booted it up. "'Lex? More."

Saschaian: "What? You haven't even started yet." I gave him a puzzled look.

Saschaian: He shook his head impatiently. "No. I meant story. More story."

Saschaian: I laughed at something Mai Lee said on AIM and stared blankly at Iz. "Story?"

Saschaian: "Riley. Spike. Shagging."

Saschaian: "Oh." Damn.

Saschaian: "Pretty please? With chocolate on it? And licorice, even though, yuck."

Saschaian: "Chocolate?" I gave him a suspicious look. "Real chocolate or the Merkin stuff?"

Saschaian: "Real chocolate. The expencive stuff." He glanced at the screen and shoved the cd in the CD-ROM. "Honest and shit."

Saschaian: Promises of chocolate gets me everytime... "Where was I? ...Oh right. 'Riley thought Spike would look better as dust, while Spike thought Riley would look better off somewhere else. Preferably in the pit of hell being tortured beyond even his imagination. So you see, when Riley found himself on his knees, mouth on Spike's dick, they were both a little surprised."

Saschaian: "Though, possibly, Oz was even more surprised, since he hadn't really expected to see them in his van, and definitelly not doing that."

lisellawilliams: I interrupt. "Spike would have seen it coming. He's a smart one, knows people. Riley's a masochist. He's got a shitty life. It fits too well for one or both of them not to have seen it coming."

lisellawilliams: Alex shrugged, and said, "In your version of the truth, everyone ends up like Remy, Iz. Face it; some of the people you lust after aren't the all-knowing types."

lisellawilliams: I stare moodily at the screen, watching stupid little triangle brackets dance and add up to boring lists of faces. I think, 'Ain't that the truth.'

lisellawilliams: I say, "More. Preferably without Oz-action, thank you. I've already eaten today and my stomach's not feeling so well as it is.."