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[theslayer_buffy]

Who: Buffy, Willow, Tara, etc
When: Evening
Where: Magic Box
Status: Incomplete

Buffy kicked the punching bag off its chain for the tenth time that day. She probably should treat her training supplies a little more nicely, as Giles and Riley (and even Xander) had warned, but lately, she was just getting so into her slayer training. And even more

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[_willow_magic]

Willow never used the word hate. It was really a strong word to use. But whenever Tara would do the shy mousy thing and simply just would remove herself from the equitation as if she didn't belong? Yeah, she really hated that.

They were all outsiders in a way. Neither had fitted into some sorta group at school. Never had really. Not the way Cordelia had her group. Willow may have been a nerd, but her interest in witchiness had sorta blocked her from that group as well.

She hated it that Tara didn't feel like she belonged. And no matter what the red-head tried, she just couldn't seem go get through to her girlfriend that she so belonged with the group.

"Yeah," Willow nodded, not really paying attention to what Buffy was saying by now. The mocha latte wasn't doing its trick anymore and the hyper happiness she had coming in was sorta fading as she started at where Tara had vanished off to.

"What?" She felt a little guilty for not having heard what Buffy had said, but she did notice the undertone of voice. Not a happy undertone there either. Hmm. Mention of Riley. Whom no one has seen in a really long time. Oh. Poor Buffy. At least Tara was right here! When she was... you know... right here.

"I got no homework," Willow shrugged, shaking her head at Tara's question if they needed books. "Wanna go with Buffy on patrol this evening, sweetie?" she asked instead, and so hoped she wasn't sounding as eager and hopeful as she thought she did. Probably lost hope.

[theslayer_buffy]

As she spoke, Buffy could tell that her friend's mind was elsewhere. Elsewhere in the room, anyway. After getting that short glimpse into her friend's brain when she was temporarily telepathic, she knew that Willow was good at mentally multitasking..

And, of course, being in a newish relationship always weighed heavily on the mind. She should know, especially since even regular and sort of long lasting relationships did that too. She was trying not to be too obvious with her worry for Riley's recent absence, but she couldn't help it. And she guessed it was apparent in her tone.

Willow seemed to come back to reality when Tara asked them about books. Buffy shook her head, "Nope, no books for me. Nothing to research that I know of. Except my stupid slayer homework, but that pile of books has taken over one half of my bedroom."

She grinned when the redhead said she had no homework to do, "Good! I'd invite Xander, but he seems to be living at his construction site these days," she said with a frown. She didn't like that they were all becoming adults and having to do adult things like jobs. She never thought she would say she missed the high school days.

"You should totally come too, Tara," she agreed with Willow. "The more the merrier!"

[magic_tara]

Tara had actually felt a lot better about her position in the group than she used to. She still was only so far into the ‘fitting in’ thing with this group of friends. One problem she kind of had with feeling comfortable around them was that they were all just so close. It felt strange trying to get used to being around people that had just so many inside jokes and looks that meant something. She had to remind herself that they actually did want her to be around. Well, she assumed so because they kept inviting her to do stuff.

Like now Buffy and Willow were trying to get her to go on a patrol with them. “Well, if you guys really want me there, then sure,” she said, a slight smile playing across her lips. She would like to come, even though she wasn’t exactly sure what she would be doing on this patrol, other than trying to not get in the way or becoming a vampire snack of some sort. She’d very much rather that not happen, thank you.

“If you want to include more people, you can always invite Anya,” Tara suggested. Anya was someone who would understand a little better about how she sometimes felt like she was intruding in on conversations and friends hanging out. More often than not, though, Anya didn’t seem to care that she was intruding and just did what she wanted to do anyway. Tara could only wish that she could be so cavalier about worrying about what others thought.

It would certainly make her life a little simpler.