Slayer's Night at the 00-7

Feb 04, 2005 00:50

"00-7. Odd name for a bar, considering there is not a piece of Bond paraphernalia in sight." I grumble when we finally arrive. "Look, there's not even a special menu of drinks named after the Bond girls. I so wanted to order a Pussy Galore, even if I couldn't drink it. You could've drunk it for me. Oh, never mind, I keep forgetting."

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Sure, I'd been bored out of my skull, had nothing better to do, and the lure of possibly seeing Buffy again was enough to drag me along to a party...

But now that I'm actually standing here with Faith, and scanning the noisy crowd for signs of Buffy, I'm starting to feel the jitters again.

"There she is." I point to where Buffy is seated at the bar knocking back a glass of ...is she drinking whiskey? Doesn't she hate the stuff? I remember how cute she used to look when she drank it down, making funny faces and wrinkling her pert little nose at the taste.

Looks like Kennedy sitting next to her. I turn to Faith and shrug.

"Well, looks like the party started without us, time to go say hello I guess..."

Why was I still standing here, rooted to the spot, then?

(open to Faith, Buffy, Kennedy and anyone else at 00-7)
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