Thursday Morning -- Suite 518/520

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe hadn't been able to sleep.

She kept seeing those frogs in Willow's bed, and kept replaying her premonition through her mind, as well. Instead of sleeping, she had spent as great deal of time hanging out on the roof. It was peaceful up there and she wasn't worried about accidentally touching anything to trigger a premonition.

That was the last thing she needed right now.

She stayed up on the roof until she started watching the sun come up. Standing up and stretching, she decided to go back down to the room so Cole wouldn't be too worried about where she had disappeared to.

She let herself into their suite and went to pour a cup of coffee from the automatic coffee maker on the counter. She fixed it and took a sip, allowing herself the first smile she had smiled since the day before. A little more relaxed, she made her way into the bedroom to snuggle with her boyfriend.

At first, Phoebe stood in the doorway in shock, her brain not really registering what she was seeing.

Cole was in bed -- their bed -- with Blair and there were things all over the room. And was that... FACEPAINT all over Blair and Cole?

The coffee cup slipped from her hand to shatter on the floor as she leaned against the doorframe in shock.

Comments

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't know!" Bel flailed. "Maybe I was drunk enough that I thought you were Phoebe?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Phoebe's a girl!" Blair yelled and then thought through that statement. "Does that mean? Did you? In...?"

"Ugh with the being sick again."

[demonbelthazor]

"It certainly wasn't the other way around!" Bel said, scowling.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"I...I got.." Blair was just on this side of hyperventilating. "By a g-g-guy and..."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. "I don't understand. You're not my type! And I wouldn't do that to Phoebe!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Stop saying that!" Blair panted. "This...is all my...fault."

[demonbelthazor]

"Stop saying what?" Bel flailed. "And why is it your fault? What did you do to me?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Not my type. Stop say that." Blair bit his lip and gauged the distance to the door. "The mime-demon mating dance. I'm really sorry, man. I didn't know it would make you come after me and f-f-f...you know."

[demonbelthazor]

"Mime-demon mating dance? What the hell are you talking about?" Bel said.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"So sorry, man." Blair inched closer to the door. "You and me...bed...cause I dressed as a mime."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel gaped at Blair. "What the hell? There's no such thing as a mime-demon mating dance. If I wanted to sleep with you, it wouldn't be because you wore mime makeup!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"So what's your excuse then?" Blair was much closer to the door but he paused to hear the answer.

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't have an excuse because I don't want to sleep with you!" Bel said, glaring some more. "The only explanation is mind control, or I thought you were . . . someone else!"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Fine! I don't want to sleep with you either!" Blair yelled angrily and stomped to the door. "Or I didn't. I still don't. Whatever."

He grabbed the doorknob and glared at Bel. "I...don't...argh!" Blair slammed the door behind him as he left.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel groaned and ran his fingers through his hair after Blair left. He didn't understand what was going on, but he had to find Phoebe and get her to understand he never meant to do anything to hurt her.