Room 238, Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles

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Josef couldn't remember what he'd done the night before, but it must've been a hell of a party. He'd passed out in a bed. And where on Earth had he ended up this time?

Right. He was keeping a low profile, since all of Los Angeles (or at least the parts that mattered) thought he had been blown up with his office. He found a wallet on the nightstand and examined the contents. It appeared he would be going by the name "Logan Echolls" for the time being.

The fridge was well-stocked with blood, so he heated up a glass in the microwave while he made a few phone calls. Staying in some vintage hotel was all fine and dandy, but there were certain amenities he wasn't going to do without. He took a sip of the blood and gagged. Had it gone bad? No, no, it was far worse. He spat it back in the mug and wiped his mouth. "Oh, Mick!" Josef sighed at the mug. "Pig's blood. You have gone too far, my friend." He made one more call.

An hour later he had showered and changed into a proper suit. He sipped at a fresh glass of O Positive and read the day's Wall Street Journal while two girls wearing high heels and very little else massaged his feet.

[For that other vampire.]

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Angel came in after an outing of dealing with demons and attempted to head directly for a shower.

The urge to get clean was partially why he didn't notice anything unusual in his room.

That and Angel could be kind of oblivious at times. Shocking, we know.

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"Mick!" Josef waved his glass in greeting to his friend. "... did you do something different with your hair?"

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There were so many things for Angel to focus on, but as always his priorities were rock-solid. "There's nothing wrong with my hair!"

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"No, no, it's not a bad look," Josef said. "Just different. Want a snack? I've got Italian and Thai on tap." He gestured at the two girls.

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"We don't swing that way," Angel said, because clearly Logan had forgotten.

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"Mick," Josef sighed. "You have got to let your hair down now and then. Pigs' blood? Really? You might as well drink tomato juice."

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"Okay," Angel said. "First off tomato juice is disgusting. Second, what's with the Irish slurs?"

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"What slurs?"

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"You're going to be like that now?" Angel asked. "What the hell did I do?"

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"See?" Josef said to the girls. "Pigs' blood. Lowers brain function."

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"They can leave at any time," Angel said, as long as they were on the subject.

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"Not in a mood for a snack, Mick?" Josef offered the Italian girl's wrist to his friend. "1986. A very good year."

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"Okay what spell are you on?" Angel demanded. "This is low humor even for you."

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"There's no spell here, Mick, it's just me. And you may not be hungry, but I am." Josef shifted into game face, fangs out. His eye lightened to pale blue with red rims and his skin looked a shade paler than it had a moment before. Anyone else would have looked like a stoned Goth kid. On Josef, it looked great.

He lifted the Italian girl's arm to his own mouth and bit down.

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Well that got Angel's attention. As much as what he was seeing was pure nightmare fuel he wasn't going to get stuck on thought when there could be action. He went to try to grab Josef by the shoulder and yank him off of the girl.

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Josef's teeth had barely broken the girl's skin when he was pulled abruptly away. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded.

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"What did you do with Logan?" Angel asked, never one to answer questions when he had his own.

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"Last time I saw him he was in his basement playing World of Warcraft," Josef said, wondering why Mick was getting all upset over their vampire hacker friend.

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"I'm not gonna say 'if you hurt him...'," Angel told Josef, not letting go, "because you don't have that option. Hurting him doesn't happen."

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"Are you threatening me?" Josef asked, genuinely confused. "I'm sure the kid's fine."

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"I'm telling you facts," Angel said. "Like the fact that he's fine."

"Or else" was unspoken, but there.

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"Right," Josef said. "Well, how about you just call him up and find out?"

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"Tell me who you are," Angel replied.

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"I'm Josef Kostan, Mick. You've known me for what, fifty years now? Did you take a blow to the head last night?"

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"Stop calling me that," Angel said.