February 13, 2002

"Are you sure it’ll work? I mean are you sure he’ll like it?" Gunn whispered.

"I am positive, Charles." Wesley smiled and leaned closer.

Angel watched his two lovers whispering in the corner. With just a little effort he could reach out and hear them but he knew they would take offense to that. So he sat and watched as they plotted something. Perhaps it was something for Thursday, he already told them that he was taking them out for dinner. He didn’t tell them where, only that they needed a tux. It was about time he spent some of that money he’d been hoarding for almost two hundred years. Turning away, he sat down at the computer and looked up the lyrics website.

"Thanks, Spike." Gunn nodded.

"Well, if you ever need any blackmail material on the great poof..." Spike offered.

"I’ll come to you. Talk to you later." Gunn hung up the phone. Walking over to Wes, he sat on Wes’ desk and leaned back. He felt Wes’ hands wrap around his waist.

"Spike is..."

"Annoying, a pest, never shuts up?"

"Yes, all of those. But I got..." Gunn shut up as Angel came into the room.

Angel looked at them and smiled. Turning around he walked away. Smiling he approached Cordelia and Fred. "Cordy?"

"Angel? Yeah?"

"Will you and Fred do me a favor?" Angel smiled and held out a credit card.

"What do you need?" Cordelia snatched the card from Angel’s fingers.

"I need you to take Wes and Gunn out to buy new tuxedos."

Cordelia squealed and hugged Angel. "Not a problem. Let’s go Fred." Cordelia grabbed Fred’s hands and dragged her over to the guys.

Whistling Angel walked up to his room.

Thursday Night, February 14, 2002

"My tie is it on straight?" Wes asked again

"Yes, Wes. Stop worrying, I doubt Angel will refuse to take us out if your tie isn’t straight."

Wes gave Gunn a flat look. "I want to look good for Angel."

"Wes. I love you and trust me; you always look excellent for us. If Angel hadn’t wanted to take us out to dinner you would look even better out of that suit." Gun leaned over and kissed Wes, taking his time to thoroughly explore and taste Wesley’s mouth. "Now grab that photo album for Angel and let’s go. If we hurry maybe he won’t sing."

"I love you, Charles."

Outside a more than slightly off tune voice was singing softly. Wes looked at Gun and yanked open the door. Grabbing Gunn’s wrist they headed out. Angel stood waiting, in his hands two roses. Still singing, he walked over to them and placed one in each lapel.

"Tonight, we have reservations at East Rosa Ritz for a night of dinner and dancing. Then we come back here for more dancing while I serenade you two." Angel led them outside to his convertible. All three squeezed into the front seat. Wes and Gunn tried to distract Angel from singing at the top of his lungs a song about ‘loving is the right thing to do’.