Ghost Hunters (tag Wesley)

[Wesley]

"What are we waiting for? Let's go then. Or do you need to check with Angel first?"

Wesley smiled at her enthusiasm, then frowned when she mentioned Angel. "Angel has...other matters on his hands. Besides, he's already told me that I'm in charge of this matter, so it's of little consequence anyway." He stood up and pulled his jacket from the back of the chair, digging through the pockets to double-check for his wallet. He might have been well-versed in magic, but you couldn't buy the ingredients withyout some money.

"As I said, we'll need to find an occult store to get the rest of the supplies." He frowned for a moment, then rubbed the back of his neck idly. "You've got a car, right? All I've got is a motorcycle."

[Anna Kavanagh]

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "A motorcycle?" she repeated. He certainly didn't look the type. "Well...wonders never cease. And yes, I have a car," she assured, retrieving her car keys from her purse.

"Just tell me where you want me to go. Oh, and I hope you don't mind listening to Belle and Sebastian. I've been on a melancholy music kick lately."

[Wesley]

"A motorcycle? Well...wonders never cease. And yes, I have a car. Just tell me where you want me to go. Oh, and I hope you don't mind listening to Belle and Sebastian. I've been on a melancholy music kick lately."

Wesley laughed. "Oh, don't worry. You should hear some of the things that Angel puts on the stereo when he's in the worst of his broody moods. Never knew that Celine Dion had so many songs." He pulled his jacket on, taking a moment to adjust the collar. He nodded towards the door. "Let's go."