Slippy boots or not Angel reached the door before Cordy, sliding a little on the floor and slamming his hand down on it to keep her from escaping. Caught up in getting his petty revenge he rumbled a little. “Don’t worry, it’s warm water at least.” Eyebrows raised he grinned at her, giving Cordelia one last attempt at escaping before tossing her in.
Cordelia jumped back in surprise as Angel cut off her escape route. She only raised her brow at his uncharacteristically wide grin– he was having way too much fun with this, honestly– before darting away from him. There were no other exits in the room, but she could at least avoid Angel’s wrath and the demise of her hairdo for as long as possible this way.
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