Helpless

[astraeia]

It pisses me off when there's nothing I can do to help a friend in trouble. I mean, I'm the one who went into the freaking past last summer because my friends needed me to... and the very person who got us back from there is the one who's in trouble now. Taffy. She never asked for anything for doing that favor for us. Not even thanks. And some

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[_heather_v]

I glance up, wondering what happened to my second drink, and see the waitress talking to some woman at the bar. Who seems to be staring at me, even though I've never seen her before in my life. What the hell is her problem? She looks like some sort of pathetic waif, possibly not old enough to drink legally, isn't even wearing shoes, and yet the waitress is serving her before coming back with my drink?

Well, lady, you have at least one disgruntled customer, now.

[astraeia]

I bring the drink over to Heather's table and set it down with a slight thud, then pick up her empty. "There ya go," I say. I feel very antsy and high-strung right now, and I know it's because of the vibes I'm picking up from the girl at the bar.

[_heather_v]

I glare at her when the orange juice sloshes over the rim of the glass a little, but at least it missed my clothes. I wipe my hand on a napkin and say coolly, "I think that will do it for me tonight." I push the twenty at her again, hoping she'll get the hint and ring me up. She better not be expecting much of a tip.

I nod toward the girl at the bar. "She looks a little young, doesn't she?" I ask, my tone icy.

[astraeia]

"Believe me," I say, frost in my own tone; any minute penguins are going to come waddling out from the back room. "She's plenty old enough. And I'd say that's not your concern." I snatch up the twenty and reach into my apron pocket for change, then slap six dollars down onto the table.

[_heather_v]

I shrug. "I'd just hate to see the only decent bar in town lose its liquor license," I reply, my tone innocent. Honestly, do I care? I'm going to be out of Sunnydale as soon as I find a new job. "But I guess that's not my concern."

[astraeia]

"No," I agree. "It's not." I almost felt threatened. But not quite.

I glance around, noticing that Heather and Madigan are the only others in the bar and grille besides me right now. Okay, I know I shouldn't do stuff like this, but I can't resist. I vanish and reappear next to the bar next to Taffy's great grandma.

[_heather_v]

I blink, down the last of my drink, and grab my purse. Yeah, no ghosts you say? After that I wonder if she is the ghost. I'm not sure I'll be stopping in here again, the place is starting to creep me out.

I snatch up the five, toss another single on the table, and head for the door.

[_heather_v]

I turn, and glance at her impatiently. Waif girl somehow knows my name. "Did you want something?"

[_heather_v]

I don't have time to dodge and her hand collides with my face. My head snaps back for a minute, pain shooting through my eye and the bridge of my nose, and it takes a second for my sight to clear. I don't know who she is, but she's obviously a total lunatic. I stumble backward to the door and push out through it. "What the hell is wrong with you, you freaking psycho!" I screech back in, then run for my car. I get in slam the door, and drive away.