Had quite an interesting encounter last night--seems there's a new slayer in town,
Emily Anne. Fiesty little bird, didn't look to be more than 15 or so, though she said she was older. She was all pissed off because the cashier at the liquor store wouldn't sell her anything. I was a mite ticked off myself at the price gouging bastard.
Odd thing, she claimed to be from another dimension, but said her father lived in town.
Anyway, she took care of some sort of demon that jumped me as I was getting into my car. Quite skilled for her apparent age, I don't think she took even a punch from the thing. I tossed her my knife so she could finish him off, and then she asked if I'd distract the shopkeeper so she could nick a bottle of liquor. Entertaining romp, she was in and out almost before I got the tosser's attention, and the peach nicked an extra bottle for me. I must tell
Buffy about her, it'd be lovely if the two could meet!
Quite an annoying day at the Magic Box today. It's the post post Solstice sale or some such nonesense and every moron in town seems to be in. Had to take a nip in the back room just to calm down. Bloody imbeciles! Don't know how
Anya can stay so bloody chipper all the time.