Las Vegas, Monday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

The summer semester was over and Isabel had a few days of down before the fall semester began. It was hard to believe she only had two more semesters until she graduated. She had a feeling the time was going to go by quickly. That thought might be why she was perusing want ads although maybe she should be considering positions in San Francisco in the future.

Last week's Project Runway was playing on the TV and job searching was on the verge of losing out to Farmville. Isabel had priorities after all.

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"He's a cabana boy at the Hard Rock," Isabel teased, relieved that Wyatt didn't seem too upset at the thought of a delay in her moving to San Francisco. "But seriously, there's a position at the hotel. It's a few steps up from my glorified gopher role but it would definitely be good for my resume."

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"Can't argue with that," Wyatt said. "Well, I could. I'd love to be able to see you every day and wake up with you every morning."

A beat.

"Minus the cabana boy."

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"He's gone. I was getting sick of the smell of sunscreen."

She sighed, because the picture he painted was a tempting one. "I want that to, believe me. Which is why I'm not jumping for joy over this job despite how perfect it would be for me."

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"Well, I could orb you to work every morning," Wyatt suggested. Though if he ended up unexpectedly fighting demons, she'd have a hard time calling in to work.

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"In theory that could work. Until you were out in the midst of hunting down and demon when I needed to get out back here." Damn finding the obvious flaws in the plan. "Somehow 'Gee Mr. Demon, can you hold on with the chaos for ten minutes? I need to orb my girlfriend to work,' just doesn't seem like it'll work."

"Dammit."