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[sunnydalealum]

A door to elsewhere has opened in the heart of Wolfram & Hart's stronghold, and it's letting in one hell of a draft.

The security guards are discovering, right about now, that their internal alarm system isn't working. And neither are their walkie-talkies. Or anybody's cellphone.

It's really kind of impressive how well they're rallying in the absence of any contact with each other or their own command.

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[bloodandnicotine]

River's bloody unnerving, sometimes. He likes that.

Beth doesn't seem to appreciate it, though: the smell of terror is thick in the room, and it's all hers. River is cold and serene like she was once in a circle of dying vampires, and he can smell the blood crusting on her arm.

It's a frisson at the base of his spine, blood and fear still the same sodding strong cocktail, soul or no. But --

"Places to be, demons to kill," he says -- a diversion for River, he hopes; a not-quite-apology to Beth. There's not time to crouch down by her shaking shoulders and tell her everyone sells out the world once in a while, life goes on if you duck fast enough.

"Live through this," he tells her instead, "and I'll buy you a drink."

[sunnydalealum]

Just as well there's no time: Beth cringes back at his words alone, and there's no telling how she'd react if he got any closer.

She doesn't move as they leave the room, just lowers her face into her arms and goes back to praying for it to be over.