Out in the Cold _redefinition
It's all the slayer's fault.
I didn't bloody well ask for this, you know. I was just helping her to see the truth. Now she blames me. What was I going to do? Let soldier boy get away with it? Fat chance. White-bread was cheating on her with the wrinkly set. Knew she wouldn't like that. Had to tell her.
I take a draw from my smoke and look up at her window again. Light's still on. Wonder what she's doing up there. Maybe she's getting undressed for bed. Maybe she's getting ready to patrol. I'll wait a tick longer just in case it's the latter. If I'm lucky she won't still be pissed off about what happened with Riley. And she won't say hello with a punch to the face this time. Getting tired of that soddin' tune.
Not that I care about what I did. Buffy's better off without the tosser. Couldn't even keep her humming from the looks of it. Sneaking out at night for a spot of more action. Needing that itch to be scratched more than she was getting. Shame on you Buffy. I smirk at the notion of her needing to hunt and kill uglies to get off. Not so different are we, you and I?
Fuck this, why am I waiting to see if she'll show? Probably get a kick to the head for the privelege. I should be out prowling the night, not mooning over the bloody slayer. Bitch. I'm off. I look up at her window one last time.
Maybe another fifteen minutes.
I didn't bloody well ask for this, you know. I was just helping her to see the truth. Now she blames me. What was I going to do? Let soldier boy get away with it? Fat chance. White-bread was cheating on her with the wrinkly set. Knew she wouldn't like that. Had to tell her.
I take a draw from my smoke and look up at her window again. Light's still on. Wonder what she's doing up there. Maybe she's getting undressed for bed. Maybe she's getting ready to patrol. I'll wait a tick longer just in case it's the latter. If I'm lucky she won't still be pissed off about what happened with Riley. And she won't say hello with a punch to the face this time. Getting tired of that soddin' tune.
Not that I care about what I did. Buffy's better off without the tosser. Couldn't even keep her humming from the looks of it. Sneaking out at night for a spot of more action. Needing that itch to be scratched more than she was getting. Shame on you Buffy. I smirk at the notion of her needing to hunt and kill uglies to get off. Not so different are we, you and I?
Fuck this, why am I waiting to see if she'll show? Probably get a kick to the head for the privelege. I should be out prowling the night, not mooning over the bloody slayer. Bitch. I'm off. I look up at her window one last time.
Maybe another fifteen minutes.