[I'm kind of ignoring the whole Lindsey leaving town after "Dead End," thing. For the purposes of this fic, it didn't happen.]
"What in the hell..." Angel says as he sees not one, but three Lindseys performing at Caritas. "Please tell me I'm imagining things.
"You're not, Angel cakes," Lorne responds. "Your lawyer friend is a triplet. And those boys can sing."
"He's not my friend."
"Sure he's not. The two of you have just mutually decided to stop killing each other for no good reason. I had been busy reading Eliot and Christian, but I can always switch over to Lindsey if you want."
"No need," Angel says quickly. "Just tell me the other two are less trouble than their pain in the ass brother."
"Hate to break it to you Angel," Lorne says, "but Lindsey's the good triplet."
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Date: 2009-05-04 04:56 pm (UTC)"What in the hell..." Angel says as he sees not one, but three Lindseys performing at Caritas. "Please tell me I'm imagining things.
"You're not, Angel cakes," Lorne responds. "Your lawyer friend is a triplet. And those boys can sing."
"He's not my friend."
"Sure he's not. The two of you have just mutually decided to stop killing each other for no good reason. I had been busy reading Eliot and Christian, but I can always switch over to Lindsey if you want."
"No need," Angel says quickly. "Just tell me the other two are less trouble than their pain in the ass brother."
"Hate to break it to you Angel," Lorne says, "but Lindsey's the good triplet."