The Graveyard: Thursday Night
It's another quiet night in the graveyard, yet Mel is content to patrol it yet again. Especially with the company she has tonight.
"So what's it like dating a king?"
"A little intimidating at first," Willow admitted. "Especially coming after the Oz badness."
"Oz? What's an Oz and how is it bad?" Mel asked. "Is it a demon that eats royal people?"
"It's a boyfriend," Willow said. Her lips twisted in a grimace. "Ex-boyfriend. There was badness in the ending."
"Is he somewhere close where I can pummel him for you?" Mel asked.
"No, but the thought's appreciated," Willow said. "Anyway, when I couldn't make things work out with the previous guy in my life, meeting a king of all things was a bit much."
"Seems to be a pretty down to earth guy for being royalty," Mel said with a shrug. "Kind of like that hot prince over in England but without all the photographers following him around."
"I had no idea he was a king until I was told," Willow said. "He's very modest about it."
"Sounds like a real prince of a guy," Mel joked and then groaned. "Sorry. I hung out with Jim last week. His bad jokes must have rubbed off on me."
"And yet? No removal of pants in the name of flag football." Willow tsked disappointedly.
"If you want his pants gone, I'll be willing to help you out with that," Mel replied. "Jim thinks its funny to pretend that he's a vampire."
"Wouldn't Zuko get jealous?" Willow asked.
"Why?" Mel asked trying hard to be oblivious. "He isn't a vampire either."
"I just thought maybe he'd have issues with you unpantsing another boy," Willow replied.
Mel snorted. "He has enough issues with me trying to unpants him. He could use a few more issues."
"You could always get him a few magazine subscriptions," Willow said with a grin.
"Got any suggestions?" Mel asked with a smirk.
"My guess? Nothing involving watersports," Willow said.
Mel coughed violently at the comment and gave Willow a suspicious look. "You were just talking about... swimming. Right?"
"Or surfing," Willow said, oblivious to Mel's suspicion. "Or SCUBA diving. You know, that kind of thing."
"Good," Mel said looking relieved. "Very good."
"'cause he's into fire," Willow added, just in case that hadn't been clear.
"And not water," Mel said nodding emphatically. "Or earth. So no gardening magazines."
"Would we rule out any airline magazines as part of rounding out the elements?" Willow asked.
"Yes. And we can probably rule out any humor magazines," Mel added. "Because he doesn't have a sense of humor."
"Conversely, that could be a way for him to earn one," Willow pointed out.
"I've heard his jokes," Mel said looking very amused. "They are insanely lame and dorky. I kind of like it like that."
Then she coughed.
"Not that it matters since you know. We're not dating."
"Of course not," Willow agreed. Though she may have been grinning.
"Stop it," Mel replied referring to the grin. "It's not like that."
"I wasn't doing anything," Willow replied, innocently.
"Then what were you smiling about?" Mel asked suspiciously.
"Happy to be patrolling with a friend?" Willow tried.
"Okay," Mel said cautiously "As long as that's all it is."
"What else would it be?" Willow asked.
"Nothing!" Mel said stomping her foot. "Nothing at all."
"Would you tell me if you were dating?"
Mel floundered for a response.
"Yes," she said haltingly. "But we're not. We're... occasionally getting together and not enjoying each other's company. At all."
"Duly noted," Willow said. Hey, what were friends for?
"No matter what the soundtracks might have said," Mel added. Somewhat lamely.
"It's very weird thinking you're living in a musical," Willow said. Though this was mostly due to her own discomfort with singing.
"Did you get affected by it too?"
"It was comforting to hear the announcement and realize I wasn't the only one hearing the voices," Willow said.
"At least it's quiet now," Mel said. "Some of the songs it came up with were... disturbing."
Willow lowered her voice and whispered "Did you hear 'Barbie Girl' all the time too?"
Mel shook her head. "Celine Dion," she said, also in voice of lowered.
Willow looked horror struck. "I'm so sorry! Do you need a hug?"
"I need someone to wipe my memory," Mel grumbled.
"It's harder than you think," Willow said. "The spell components are difficult to get your hands on."
"A good whack to the head should suffice," Mel joked.
"Oh sure, now you tell me."
"You've been wanting so smack me in the head for a while now?"
"Nah." Willow shook her head. "There was an incident a while back that I wouldn't have minded forgetting. Actually a whole weekend of it. It's like the whole island got gremlin-bit."
"I was here," Mel said with a shiver. "That was the weekend I first met Xander. Kinda."
Willow facepalmed. "I was reading a book the whole weekend, I swear!
"I completely believe you," Mel said with a nod. "You were perfectly normal all weekend long. In fact I can safely say that because I didn't see you so you must have been in your room the entire time."
"Exactly!" Willow said with a smile. "See? We're in agreement. I never left my room that weekend, and you and Zuko aren't dating."
And now that Mel and Willow were safely secured in their delusions they happily spent the rest of the evening discussiong the foibles of boys who are royalty that they may or not be dating.
Oh shut up.
[Preplayed with the fabulous willbedone. NFI but OOC comments are always cherished.]
"So what's it like dating a king?"
"A little intimidating at first," Willow admitted. "Especially coming after the Oz badness."
"Oz? What's an Oz and how is it bad?" Mel asked. "Is it a demon that eats royal people?"
"It's a boyfriend," Willow said. Her lips twisted in a grimace. "Ex-boyfriend. There was badness in the ending."
"Is he somewhere close where I can pummel him for you?" Mel asked.
"No, but the thought's appreciated," Willow said. "Anyway, when I couldn't make things work out with the previous guy in my life, meeting a king of all things was a bit much."
"Seems to be a pretty down to earth guy for being royalty," Mel said with a shrug. "Kind of like that hot prince over in England but without all the photographers following him around."
"I had no idea he was a king until I was told," Willow said. "He's very modest about it."
"Sounds like a real prince of a guy," Mel joked and then groaned. "Sorry. I hung out with Jim last week. His bad jokes must have rubbed off on me."
"And yet? No removal of pants in the name of flag football." Willow tsked disappointedly.
"If you want his pants gone, I'll be willing to help you out with that," Mel replied. "Jim thinks its funny to pretend that he's a vampire."
"Wouldn't Zuko get jealous?" Willow asked.
"Why?" Mel asked trying hard to be oblivious. "He isn't a vampire either."
"I just thought maybe he'd have issues with you unpantsing another boy," Willow replied.
Mel snorted. "He has enough issues with me trying to unpants him. He could use a few more issues."
"You could always get him a few magazine subscriptions," Willow said with a grin.
"Got any suggestions?" Mel asked with a smirk.
"My guess? Nothing involving watersports," Willow said.
Mel coughed violently at the comment and gave Willow a suspicious look. "You were just talking about... swimming. Right?"
"Or surfing," Willow said, oblivious to Mel's suspicion. "Or SCUBA diving. You know, that kind of thing."
"Good," Mel said looking relieved. "Very good."
"'cause he's into fire," Willow added, just in case that hadn't been clear.
"And not water," Mel said nodding emphatically. "Or earth. So no gardening magazines."
"Would we rule out any airline magazines as part of rounding out the elements?" Willow asked.
"Yes. And we can probably rule out any humor magazines," Mel added. "Because he doesn't have a sense of humor."
"Conversely, that could be a way for him to earn one," Willow pointed out.
"I've heard his jokes," Mel said looking very amused. "They are insanely lame and dorky. I kind of like it like that."
Then she coughed.
"Not that it matters since you know. We're not dating."
"Of course not," Willow agreed. Though she may have been grinning.
"Stop it," Mel replied referring to the grin. "It's not like that."
"I wasn't doing anything," Willow replied, innocently.
"Then what were you smiling about?" Mel asked suspiciously.
"Happy to be patrolling with a friend?" Willow tried.
"Okay," Mel said cautiously "As long as that's all it is."
"What else would it be?" Willow asked.
"Nothing!" Mel said stomping her foot. "Nothing at all."
"Would you tell me if you were dating?"
Mel floundered for a response.
"Yes," she said haltingly. "But we're not. We're... occasionally getting together and not enjoying each other's company. At all."
"Duly noted," Willow said. Hey, what were friends for?
"No matter what the soundtracks might have said," Mel added. Somewhat lamely.
"It's very weird thinking you're living in a musical," Willow said. Though this was mostly due to her own discomfort with singing.
"Did you get affected by it too?"
"It was comforting to hear the announcement and realize I wasn't the only one hearing the voices," Willow said.
"At least it's quiet now," Mel said. "Some of the songs it came up with were... disturbing."
Willow lowered her voice and whispered "Did you hear 'Barbie Girl' all the time too?"
Mel shook her head. "Celine Dion," she said, also in voice of lowered.
Willow looked horror struck. "I'm so sorry! Do you need a hug?"
"I need someone to wipe my memory," Mel grumbled.
"It's harder than you think," Willow said. "The spell components are difficult to get your hands on."
"A good whack to the head should suffice," Mel joked.
"Oh sure, now you tell me."
"You've been wanting so smack me in the head for a while now?"
"Nah." Willow shook her head. "There was an incident a while back that I wouldn't have minded forgetting. Actually a whole weekend of it. It's like the whole island got gremlin-bit."
"I was here," Mel said with a shiver. "That was the weekend I first met Xander. Kinda."
Willow facepalmed. "I was reading a book the whole weekend, I swear!
"I completely believe you," Mel said with a nod. "You were perfectly normal all weekend long. In fact I can safely say that because I didn't see you so you must have been in your room the entire time."
"Exactly!" Willow said with a smile. "See? We're in agreement. I never left my room that weekend, and you and Zuko aren't dating."
And now that Mel and Willow were safely secured in their delusions they happily spent the rest of the evening discussiong the foibles of boys who are royalty that they may or not be dating.
Oh shut up.
[Preplayed with the fabulous willbedone. NFI but OOC comments are always cherished.]