Sophie and Heath
Sophie winced as the door to the hotel room buckled. Ok. Not good. Heath was trying to shove a bed against it, and the wood was splintering around whatever that thing was's antlers as it rammed them repeatedly at the door.
"Maybe now would be a good time to call that HQ?" Heath said to her in exasperation. Sophie frowned stubbornly.
"I don't *like* calling for help."
"Well, if you like being a non shish-kabob Slayer, I'd suggest you call now, sheila!" Heath wedged the bed in against the door, and stabbed with a sword at the thing's face. It howled and backed off for a few moments.
"Alright!" Sophie huffed, and went to find the slip of paper.
"Hurry it up!"
She rolled her eyes and dialled the number for Angel Investigations.
"Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless. This is Wesley Wyndham- Pryce speaking, how may I help you?" Wesley said pleasantly into the mouthpiece of the phone. The ex-Watcher was very worried about Angelus, and he endavoured to keep it from his voice. As far as he knew, he was succeeding.
"Hey..." CRASH! "Poke it with the sword!" A female voice yelled. "Hey. Um. A guy called Andrew gave me this number..."
"Soph, I think that just ticked it off!"
"Poke it harder! God!" The unmistakable Aussie accents echoed into the phone. "Yeah. I've got a demon here, and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me kill it. Never seen it before down in Oz."
"Oh, now that's just disgusting!" The male voice said indignantly.
"Could you give me a description of the demon?" Wesley asked carefully. This must be the Australian couple Andrew had talked about. At length. Especially the girl. Apparently she was a Slayer.
"Well, it's big and kinda slimy. Greenish. It stinks like an open cesspool, and it's got antlers," Sophie reported. "Sirius! Catch!" Wesley heard a howl of demonic pain.
"It sounds like a Chaos demon. I would venture to say that youve never seen one before due to Australia's dry climate." Wesley rubbed his eyes tiredly.
"Yeah, great. Now, how do I kill it?"
"Remove its horns."
"Well, why didn't I think of that? Ta, mate!" Wesley heard the phone drop and a yell of battlelust. The slice of an axe going through the air, and then a thwump. The phone was picked up again. "Yep, that did the trick. Now to explain this to the hotel owners..."
"Teens on PCP."
"Yeah, that should work. Always did back home, 'cept it was stoners and ravers and skaties." He could almost hear the grin. "Thanks, mate. Been a real help."
"Glad to be of service," Wesley said.
"Yeah. Anyway, I better go help Heath clean up."
"Of course."
"Hey, if we need a hand again, I'll give ya a ring. See ya!" The phone clicked as she hung up and Welsey carefully replaced the phone in its cradle. Well, that had been...different.
Heath and Sophie cleaned up the demon, bitching amicably to each other the whole time. Then Sophie had done her damsel in distress routine, which wound up with the management apologising profusely for scarring the two teens like that.
"Honestly, sir, miss, we have no idea how they got in..." The last protestations of the manager got cut off as Heath closed the door firmly in his face.
"Well."
"Said LA would be fun, didn't I?" Sophie grinned. Heath gave her a look, then slowly smiled as well.