Monday Evening at the Arms

[sensethevisions]

After classes, Phoebe dragged herself to town to the hotel. She was worn out and emotionally drained. She managed to get to her room and she kicked the door shut behind her, but there was a good chance it didn't shut and lock.

She dropped her books and bag on the table and took out her laptop and as it powered up, she got a very quick shower, hoping to ease the ache in her neck. Once out of the shower, she changed inbto something comfortable and settled against the pillows on the bed with her laptop.

She was writing a new story about a girl who was having an affair with a dream demon, only didn't know about it because she thought everything that was happening between them was only happening in her dreams.

Phoebe stared at the screen for a very long time. She wanted this next part to be the pr0n sexy lust-inducing attention-holding and she was stuck as to how to do so.

She was still trying to figure out what to write next when she fell asleep.



[[OOC: Open only to Belthazor or Crowley as they would be the only ones able to get to her.]]

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe dragged a hand through her hair in disbelief, forgetting it was the bleeding one and now she had blood in her hair.

"Late Saturday night, after I called to make sure you were okay." She tilted her head, wondering if the lamp she had slammed into his skull had given him a concussion.

[demonbelthazor]

"You're bleeding, lo--Phoebe," he said, then hastily added to mask his concern, "And you're not making sense. I didn't talk to you after that phone call."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe shook her head. "Maybe I'll bleed to death," she said in a hopeful voice. "Did I give you a concussion or something when I hit you in the head?"

[demonbelthazor]

Cole sat down on the side of the bed and took her hand, looking at the cut. "It's not deep," he said. "You'll live. And you didn't hit me. You must've been dreaming about what you wanted to do."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe shook her head and pointed to the lamp shards on the floor and then frowlned. "I'm sure if you go outside and look down, you'll find the shattered tequila bottle you brought me and whatever else I may have dropped while standing on the bannister."

[demonbelthazor]

"I didn't bring you any tequila, Phoebe," Cole said, growing agitated. "What are you talking about?"

[sensethevisions]

"You don't remember kissing me, holding me...calling me Piper?"

She didn't think she could hurt any worse.

She moved off of the bed. "You showed up here after the phone call. I was crying on the couch. You picked me up and brought me to the bed. I told you I missed you and I loved you so much and you...you..." Phoebe closed her eyes. "Callled me Piper."

[demonbelthazor]

"Phoebe, I did no such thing," Cole insisted. "I wouldn't call you Piper because there is no me and Piper."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe didn't hear him as evidenced by the continuation of her confusing and painful confession. It was obvious that she was reliving whatever had happened Saturday night.

"After you left me...shimmered away...I screamed and screamed and screamed. Then I went out there and climbed up on the railing." She swallowed, going to the balcony and looking out. "I was so broken, so full of nothing but pain. I had signed myself away to protect you, but you didn't want me."