LA nights, LA dreams [be heroes]
Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
Or get in it.
I look around the bar hoping to see her. Maybe she feels the need to beg me to come back. But more likely she's eating her way back into Faith's heart.
Don't bloody care.
Wanted to help Fred. That's all I wanted. Go for a ride along with Cordy, Angel and Buffy, find Fred then get the hell out of LA. Cept none of that 'as happened.
Hell, wasn't even included in Plan B- B for bollocks. The I'm going to ask Alyx for help plan. Sometimes I really worry about Angel. He's got loose marbles up there I think.
Why did Buffy come to me in the bar? Why did she even apologize? This time it wasn't even her fault. I'd been a right prick in the truck to her and she apologizes to me. Just like her though- apologize for something stupid and ignore the ripping out of my heart she did earlier this week.
No matter; I'm over her. No more Buffy for me.
I smile and take another bottle from the waitress. "Thanks luv." She smiles and walks away. She's got a cute little ass, I watch her as she struts around the bar.
Now where was I? Oh yeah, Buffy.
Thought maybe things were going to be ok. We ended up in bed together and everything was right. We knew the places to hit to get the other going and the places to avoid. Everything felt good. Everything fit.
I burst out laughing at that thought. Not quite what I meant, but it did make sense. We fit. Like she ... completed me or something.
Oiy I'm going to kill Dawn for making me watching that awful movie. Why did that line pop into my head now of all times?
Miss that lil chit sometimes, guess I'll never see her again. I pour myself another shot and down it.
Used to think maybe we could have a family- like me and Dru did. Suppose in a way I do, got me a girlfriend who fucks around don't I?
Some blonde comes over and asks me to buy her a drink, I look up and say sure ... she tells me a hundred bucks.
A hundred bucks? But apparently I get a lap dance for this hundred ... so I head in the backroom with her where she explains that I'm not allowed to touch her, then she leans in and tells me that's only for the first two minutes since the bodyguards will be watching thru a lil window. After that ... anything can happen.
And did it.
Told Buffy I still had it.
Went home with that blonde and two of her friends. Spent the night wearing them out.
Went home by way of LA's finest tunnels and passed out in a room I'd scoped out for myself at W&H with thoughts of Buffy on my mind.
Bitch.
Or get in it.
I look around the bar hoping to see her. Maybe she feels the need to beg me to come back. But more likely she's eating her way back into Faith's heart.
Don't bloody care.
Wanted to help Fred. That's all I wanted. Go for a ride along with Cordy, Angel and Buffy, find Fred then get the hell out of LA. Cept none of that 'as happened.
Hell, wasn't even included in Plan B- B for bollocks. The I'm going to ask Alyx for help plan. Sometimes I really worry about Angel. He's got loose marbles up there I think.
Why did Buffy come to me in the bar? Why did she even apologize? This time it wasn't even her fault. I'd been a right prick in the truck to her and she apologizes to me. Just like her though- apologize for something stupid and ignore the ripping out of my heart she did earlier this week.
No matter; I'm over her. No more Buffy for me.
I smile and take another bottle from the waitress. "Thanks luv." She smiles and walks away. She's got a cute little ass, I watch her as she struts around the bar.
Now where was I? Oh yeah, Buffy.
Thought maybe things were going to be ok. We ended up in bed together and everything was right. We knew the places to hit to get the other going and the places to avoid. Everything felt good. Everything fit.
I burst out laughing at that thought. Not quite what I meant, but it did make sense. We fit. Like she ... completed me or something.
Oiy I'm going to kill Dawn for making me watching that awful movie. Why did that line pop into my head now of all times?
Miss that lil chit sometimes, guess I'll never see her again. I pour myself another shot and down it.
Used to think maybe we could have a family- like me and Dru did. Suppose in a way I do, got me a girlfriend who fucks around don't I?
Some blonde comes over and asks me to buy her a drink, I look up and say sure ... she tells me a hundred bucks.
A hundred bucks? But apparently I get a lap dance for this hundred ... so I head in the backroom with her where she explains that I'm not allowed to touch her, then she leans in and tells me that's only for the first two minutes since the bodyguards will be watching thru a lil window. After that ... anything can happen.
And did it.
Told Buffy I still had it.
Went home with that blonde and two of her friends. Spent the night wearing them out.
Went home by way of LA's finest tunnels and passed out in a room I'd scoped out for myself at W&H with thoughts of Buffy on my mind.
Bitch.