do i have to keep up the pace?
WHO: slayerpreferred and YOU!
WHERE: on the mean City streets
WHEN: Monday the 7th, way past your bed time.
WARNINGS: extreme drunkeness. word vomit eminent.
SUMMARY: Instead of dealing, Buffy cultivates the fine art of becoming a hobo.
FORMAT: quick!
Buffy really had no intention of being here. Especially not at crazy o'clock. She rubbed at her eye with the back of her wrist, making a face and a little grumble when she smudged her eye makeup with the gesture. "Hmph. I can totally say that out loud after age ten, right? I think so," she reassures herself with a little smile, leaning on the brown paper bag housing her bottle. Blearily, she looks out toward the street, feeling so so warm; which for a cool night in November and her only wearing a light jacket and being from California, well. It really should've been more alarming.
"Is there change in my hat? Oh god." She had really hit rock bottom. "I never understood that saying. The bottom of a rock is just...flat. I'm not flat. I'm very bouncy like--" Pause for a swig, though it also makes her promptly forget her conclusion. "Well, you know what I mean. Trusty bottle of sunshine and lightness. Will you be my new best friend?"
[feel free to stumble on buffy the hobo any time in the night :( god what is her life]
WHERE: on the mean City streets
WHEN: Monday the 7th, way past your bed time.
WARNINGS: extreme drunkeness. word vomit eminent.
SUMMARY: Instead of dealing, Buffy cultivates the fine art of becoming a hobo.
FORMAT: quick!
Buffy really had no intention of being here. Especially not at crazy o'clock. She rubbed at her eye with the back of her wrist, making a face and a little grumble when she smudged her eye makeup with the gesture. "Hmph. I can totally say that out loud after age ten, right? I think so," she reassures herself with a little smile, leaning on the brown paper bag housing her bottle. Blearily, she looks out toward the street, feeling so so warm; which for a cool night in November and her only wearing a light jacket and being from California, well. It really should've been more alarming.
"Is there change in my hat? Oh god." She had really hit rock bottom. "I never understood that saying. The bottom of a rock is just...flat. I'm not flat. I'm very bouncy like--" Pause for a swig, though it also makes her promptly forget her conclusion. "Well, you know what I mean. Trusty bottle of sunshine and lightness. Will you be my new best friend?"
[feel free to stumble on buffy the hobo any time in the night :( god what is her life]