Room 504, Saturday Morning

[wesleynotponcy]

It was a quiet, uneventful Sunday afternoon, and Wesley was going through his weapons cabinet in his room and making notes of the things he needed when his phone rang. It was only a little bit sad when he dove for it, skidding across the floor with surprising velocity.

“Yes, hello?”

“Wesley. It’s Angel.”

Wesley ignored the little flutter of enthusiasm that perhaps he was being called to assist on a case. It had been a really boring summer so far. He puffed up, proud to have been contacted.

“Yes, Angel, what can I do for you?” he asked, his voice instinctively going smug.

Angel’s voice was brisk and impatient, though an observant person might notice that he seemed to be doing his best to come across as civilized. Polite, even.

“Is there any way you can get down here?” Angel asked. At the sound of something shattering in the background, Wesley leapt to pull on his shoes and sheath a dagger to bring with him. He was needed for something! Finally!

Wesley didn’t even bother to pretend to consider it. “Yes, of course,” he said. “What do you need?”

“There’s a possessed kid in here. We need an exorcism done.”

Pulling on his watch and shoving his keys in his pocket, Wesley hurried toward the door. “I’ll be right there,” he promised. He had barely ended the call before he was keying in the number for Portalocity, overwhelmed with excitement for a chance to be useful.

Finally!

[[Establishy. NFI, but okay for broadcast.]]