(7:00) 7/11
To say that Buffy looked out of place in the dilapidated flickering fluorescent lights of the 7/11 was to say that water looked kind of wet. She was dressed in a short red formal dress with thin straps, her hair tied up (albeit, she hadn't quite mastered the art of the neat up-do yet) and her makeup fresh. Her heels were high and red, and they looked hard to exist in, let alone walk. Out of her tiny, shimmery red fabric purse, she pulled some wadded up bills and paid the cashier for a bag of Smartfood™ popcorn, two big liter bottles of water and a protein bar.
And this was seriously going to be her pre-prom dinner. Classic Buffy Summers, living her stellar Slayer lifestyle. You know, some people were out at fancy places, like Breadstix or whatever. With dates, even! What a concept. That was a normal teenager's version of prom preparation. That, or alcohol and a limo or something. But, not Buffy. No, instead, she was standing in a 7/11 with a duffel back stuffed with weapons and a spare set of casual clothes at the top to hide the variety of stakes, the axe and the crossbow, crosses and holy water within.
She took her change from the cashier and stuffed it into her tiny purse again, then reached up unconsciously to brush her fingers over the familiar silver cross around her neck. Lately, she kind of hated that cross, but not wearing it tonight was just stupid.
Because this wasn't just prom she had to prepare for. It was prom on the Hellmouth. And the Hellmouth was going to turn this into Buffy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Prom if it had its way. Between Spike's threats (okaaaay, so maybe they might have been more like promises -- instigated promises) and the general promise of this town ruining anything nice in the universe, she had to be ready. Which meant quick stop for dinner, quick stop at the library, and onto the gym to hope that she didn't need the kind of heat she was packing.
Then again, if wishes were horses …
She unzipped her duffel a little and stuffed the water bottles into it, zipping it back up and grabbing her snacks off the counter. Long live overly processed American cuisine. Maybe she should have opted for a twinkie or something. And God help her if she ran into vampires on her way to the school. If she broke a heel before she even got into the gym, they were going to wish they were -- okay, so technically? Already dead. So wishing they were dead would kind of be, well, redundant. But they'd wish they were dead-dead like non-existy dead.
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And this was seriously going to be her pre-prom dinner. Classic Buffy Summers, living her stellar Slayer lifestyle. You know, some people were out at fancy places, like Breadstix or whatever. With dates, even! What a concept. That was a normal teenager's version of prom preparation. That, or alcohol and a limo or something. But, not Buffy. No, instead, she was standing in a 7/11 with a duffel back stuffed with weapons and a spare set of casual clothes at the top to hide the variety of stakes, the axe and the crossbow, crosses and holy water within.
She took her change from the cashier and stuffed it into her tiny purse again, then reached up unconsciously to brush her fingers over the familiar silver cross around her neck. Lately, she kind of hated that cross, but not wearing it tonight was just stupid.
Because this wasn't just prom she had to prepare for. It was prom on the Hellmouth. And the Hellmouth was going to turn this into Buffy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Prom if it had its way. Between Spike's threats (okaaaay, so maybe they might have been more like promises -- instigated promises) and the general promise of this town ruining anything nice in the universe, she had to be ready. Which meant quick stop for dinner, quick stop at the library, and onto the gym to hope that she didn't need the kind of heat she was packing.
Then again, if wishes were horses …
She unzipped her duffel a little and stuffed the water bottles into it, zipping it back up and grabbing her snacks off the counter. Long live overly processed American cuisine. Maybe she should have opted for a twinkie or something. And God help her if she ran into vampires on her way to the school. If she broke a heel before she even got into the gym, they were going to wish they were -- okay, so technically? Already dead. So wishing they were dead would kind of be, well, redundant. But they'd wish they were dead-dead like non-existy dead.
[ Free! Meaning anyone can reply to it if they want to. She'll also be at the library later in the hour to drop her bag off there. ]