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Post by Jack Lupus on Oct 20, 2007 14:00:11 GMT -5
Frank weaved through the wedding party, grinning and nodding at the guests, toting a long rectangular box with fancy white wrapping paper and a black bow under his arm. A wedding present. For Xander, of all f**k**g people. Oh, that lying son of a b*tch was going to love this.
Xander was sitting at a long table, his werewolf fiancé no where in sight. Frank couldn’t really blame the guy, maybe if he didn’t have to see Carrie the whole day, he could pretend this was his wedding rehearsal with Cassie. Just because he understood it, didn’t mean Frank was going to let him get away with it.
“Hey, I think my invitation got lost in the mail.” Frank’s grin didn’t fade, even as he dropped the present in front of Xander on the table, knocking over his wine glass and ruining whatever Xander’d been eating. “And I know the weddings not till tomorrow but I brought you your present early. Go ahead. Open it.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Oct 23, 2007 19:40:45 GMT -5
"What is it you want, Frank?" Xander asked coolly, looking boredly at the man who had just spilled his chardonnay in his mutton.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Oct 23, 2007 21:46:12 GMT -5
“Brought you your present early.” Frank shrugged. “Since I have to take Gabe to his check up tomorrow.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Oct 23, 2007 21:56:36 GMT -5
Xander looked from Frank to the box and back, raising an eyebrow suspiciously
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Post by Jack Lupus on Oct 23, 2007 22:15:28 GMT -5
“C’mon, I have shit to do.” Frank growled impatiently. “Open it.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 22, 2007 1:55:51 GMT -5
Xander growled quietly, puling slowly on the ribbon. "I'd hate to rip the paper.... this may take awhile, maybe you should get going..."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 22, 2007 2:16:36 GMT -5
“And miss seeing your reaction? I think not.” Frank grinned, waiting patiently for Xand to unwrap the pellet gun.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 22, 2007 2:42:01 GMT -5
Xander finished unwrapping it vary slowlym keeping his face blank. "Very kind, thank you..."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 22, 2007 3:23:36 GMT -5
“Yeah, well, I figured you did such a good job of killing her off in this life, maybe you’d like to take a shot at her in the next one.” Frank grinned proudly. “She wanted to be a bird, right? That should take care of her.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 22, 2007 13:31:17 GMT -5
Xander clenched his teeth, keeping his face impassive. "If that's everything...."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 23, 2007 14:53:31 GMT -5
“Not quite.” Frank shrugged, almost disappointed that Xander hadn’t taken a swing at him. “Got a present for your pet, too.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 23, 2007 21:16:27 GMT -5
"What's that?" Xander asked as if he hadn't heard.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 23, 2007 21:29:13 GMT -5
“That, brother, is a secret.” Frank smirked.
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 23, 2007 22:26:51 GMT -5
"Then you'll have to leave it with me, then." Xander said boredly.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 23, 2007 22:38:58 GMT -5
“Can’t.” Frank shrugged. “Her present is a secret, as in I have to tell her in person.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 23, 2007 23:24:26 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, but Caroline has taken sick today. You can't see her. Perhaps if you... wrote it down?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 23, 2007 23:30:23 GMT -5
“Nope.” Frank shook his head. “This is for her ears only. What she does with it after that is her business, but she needs to hear it before the wedding.”
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Post by Evlyn Montgomary on Nov 23, 2007 23:37:32 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, it's not possible." Xander said formally
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 23, 2007 23:48:37 GMT -5
“I’m gonna find her if I have to Change and track her down by scent.” Frank grinned.
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Post by Rose Karter on Nov 24, 2007 0:05:02 GMT -5
Back at their apartment, Carrie dialed Xander's cell phone. Balancing the phone in one hand and n almost empty box of tissues in the other, she listened to it ring eagerly. "Pick up, Der-CHOO!-Der..."
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