Fever
Dave Rhoden

 

"Never knew how much I loved you.
Never knew how much I cared......"

Lorne was pleasantly surprised. She might be an evil, soulless fiend but she could sing. Of course those lawyers at Wolfram & Hart were always full of surprises. Pity about what was going to happen to that other one's hand but he'd get over it.

He let his mind wander along that path for a while before focussing again on the woman onstage. The black dress she wore was a welcome relief from her usual attire. It suited her, that dress. Much like the woman it revealed everything and nothing all the while letting you think you saw nothing and everything. Give her the right hat and a cigarette and she could have just stepped out of Rick's Café.

Images of a brown-eyed face framed with dark hair practically flowed from her. As well as images of arms and legs and hips and... If he kept following *that* train of thought he was gonna need something a lot stronger than a Seabreeze.

The woman finished her song to thunderous applause and only her reputation and that of her firm prevented any number of lewd and indecent proposals. Even with that reputation it seemed that many were almost ready to take that risk. The slight flaring of every candle in the place reminded them that Lorne's bouncers were not to be trifled with.

"Well?" she demanded.

"Nothing you can do about them, Honey," he replied. "Your dreams aren't the result of any curse or spell."

"Then what is it?"

"You already know what it is, Honey," he told her, "It's just lust. Of course that's like saying the Beatles were just a band."

"So what do I do? There's got to be a way to make them stop."

"You don't exactly want them to stop, do you," It was a statement, not a question. "My advice is to make some calls, pull a few strings, hop in your limo and go get some."

"But what if..."

"Don't worry about that. You'll wrinkle. You came for advice and I'm advising you. Listen to me and nothing will ever be the same again. Now if you'll excuse me..."

She mulled over his words as he went to introduce the next singer.

While the homesick Hellgod broke into the latest by the Backstreet Boys, Lorne smiled as his demonic ears heard her speaking into her phone, making arrangements as she left.

Under his breath he started singing.

"Everybody's got the fever. There ain't nothing you can do..."