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It sucks, bites and licks...
Notes: in this little world, the gang realized that they work in a hotel which is very big, and roomy and rent free...
Notes 2: Written because someone at GunnWesley though my 'it sucks, bites and licks' comment was too teasing...

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Cordelia stormed into the hotel's lobby. She threw her purse in the rounded sofa and let herself fall dramatically onto it.

"What's up, Cordy?" Gunn asked, looking up from changing a bandage on Wesley's brow.

"Ugh! Can you believe that those jerks didn't want me, because I'm a brunette and wouldn't dye my hair?! I should slap them with a discrimination law suit!"

"What was the commercial for, again, Cordelia?"

"Clairol... But that doesn't matter! They have brunettes all the time in those ads!"

"Yes, quite right," Wesley answered distractedly as Gunn leaned in closer to check on the wound he had received two days earlier.

"This, like, Sucks! With capital S!"

"Bites, too," Gunn added, looking more at Wesley's lips than the wound.

"I would say it licks, also," Wesley breathed.

Gunn unconsciously licked his lips and leaned impossibly closer to Wesley.

Cordelia rolled her eyes and got up from the sofa. She walked over to the kitchen and before closing the door behind her, she called over her shoulder.

"Go to your room already, guys!"

The closed door muffled the sounds of chairs being shoved back, and feet hurrying up the stairs.

"And keep it down!" Cordelia yelled at the ceiling.