"Whoa. When'd you get fancy taste in liquor?" I asked her with a small smirk as she picked up a wicked expensive bottle of tequila. Guessed you could afford to be pickin' out the finest alcohol when you had all that bank to spread around. Had to wonder where she got it from though. Last time I was around she was barely scrapin' up enough for her crappy apartment over the diner. What'd she win the lottery or something? Had to be something legit, this was Buffy.
Following her up to the counter, I waited as she paid for the bottle, the cashier shoving it into a brown paper bag before we left. I stopped briefly on the sidewalk outside the liquor store and lit up a smoke as B unscrewed the top of her bottle.
"Ya know. We coulda just went to a bar. What'd we gonna do now? Just wander around?" I was game for that. Besides then maybe Buffy could drink and chill and think or do whatever she had to do and I could actually get some slaying done.
Taking the bottle from her I took one long swig and made a small face. Tequila. Serious yuck, but it got that warm feeling pumpin' through my veins and I thought I deserved a little fun after all the crap of the last few weeks.
As I handed the bottle back to her, she turned and met my eyes. Said her peace and then finally took the bottle back. Took me a minute to process as we both walked in silence. She was damn right I did what I had to do. Did she really think that I wanted to dust Angel? She'd have to be crazy to buy that one.
"Don't worry." I said with an instigating smirk on my face. "Sure I'll manage to screw something up again real soon so you can go back to hating me." She was givin' me that serious look but I could see the small crack of a smile. There was a sense of humor in there somewhere. Man, she had really changed over the years.
"Hey, I figure at this point? We can be as fucked up as we wanna be. After the shit you and I survived?" Like bein' dead for starters, even though she'd only died twice I could still remember hell. I was sure she'd never been to hell when she'd up and kicked the bucket. I was willing to be money on it.
But since then? I wasn't sure. B had changed so much from that girl I used to know. She got darker, and sometimes? Sometimes I found myself scared of just who exactly she was, because the darkness in her? It was so different from the violent outbursts that used to exist in me. I didn't think I'd ever understand it.
"So you haven't told me yet and color me wicked nosy but...nice new digs yo. Where'd you get the bank for that sweet pad?" Not to mention the wicked expensive tequila that we were now drinking.
Raising an eyebrow, a slow mischievous smirk spread across my face. "You helped someone and they paid you. Uh huh." I said slowly looking right at her. She was tryin' to give me an innocent expression back but it so wasn't workin'.
"Yeah, that sounds all kinds of shady, B. I know you wouldn't be doin' anything sketchy, right?" My eyes glimmered wickedly at her and I didn't think it was lost that I was tryin' to bait her. It was so easy to do. So many years between us and all we ever did well was get a rise out of eachother. Really knew how to wind eachother right up. Kinda kept things interesting, I guessed.
She still hadn't answered me when we strolled in through the cemetary gates. Wilson Cemetary. Biggest cemetary in L.A. Felt like home almost.
I saw her eyes flick to the side quickly and I was ready when she tossed the stake to me. Something cold and dead? Sounded like my kinda guy. Maybe I'd ask him if he wanted to catch a cup of coffee or something. Either that or I could slay him. I'm gonna go with choice b.
Spinning around it just looked like your run of the mill fledgling. Nothing really that exciting. Could have some fun though. Hitting him hard in the jaw with my fist, I lashed out with a foot and kicked him in the mid-section sending him staggering back. Could use a little excercize. Looking back up at B she was just chillin' on the headstone swiggin' from that bottle.
Damn, what had happened to her?
Walking over to the vamp, I jerked him up by his collar and ducked as he swung out at me with a fist. Slamming him into a tree, I looked back up at B.
"B, I told you. You shoulda come with me. Sent Dawnie off to your aunt, we woulda had a blast. And hey, Xand was there too."
Lashing out with another fist at the vamp, I knocked him to the ground.
I frowned at her as she staked my vampire. My vampire. God, how the hell had we gotten like this? Like we were both workin' in reverse. Didn't make any sense at all. Then again, when did things ever make sense?
With a sigh I raised an eyebrow at her. Yeah, she was doin' just great out here. Stealin' shit with Gwen, hookin' up with Gwen, drinking, not slaying. Great job B, keep up the good work. In her defense though, I kinda thought she deserved a break.
And of course the next thing she said was about Spike. Why the hell would I care what she did about Spike? Why the hell would I even be able to tell her what to do? My own boyfriend just bailed town and probably because I was an idiot. I was the last person she should ask.
Not that it didn't mean something that she did.
"Do whatever you wanna do, just don't do it while you're drunk. I don't know jack about this whole vision thing but there's always a way around everything even if Cordelia says there's not."
"You need to lay down and talk to Cordelia?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I easily matched her pace. Both of us walking through the cemetary. Vamps in L.A. better be scared for serious. We weren't just hot chicks with superpowers. We were the hot chicks with superpowers.
"Gwen really has been gettin' to you, huh?" I was kidding. Really couldn't picture Queen C and Buffy hooking up. Then again, it had occured to me more than once that I didn't have one fucking clue about either one of them most of the time.
"We can go back to the hotel now if you want. But I'm kinda feelin' the slay vibe. And hey you still got more tequilla to finish off."
Okay, the world? Officially turned inside out and upside now.
"You're not gonna yak are you?" For some reason I'd just assumed that all slayers had a serious tolerance for alcohol. But I guessed that was just me. B was lookin' a little green around the gils so to speak and she hadn't even drank the entire bottle yet.
"Let me see that." Taking the bottle out of her hands I took a long swig before handing it back to her. "And I'm not leavin' you here three sheets to the wind when there's vampires out there who want to, oh I dunno, kill you. Fuck that. If something slayworthy comes by I'll stake it." Hopping up onto a gravestone I sat down next to her, the two fo us passing the bottle of Tequilla back and forth.
Looking up for a second...I thought I saw something. Someone. Large, and dark. What the fuck? Blinking again it was gone and now I was startin' to worry that I was seein' shit.
"Did you see that?" I asked Buffy, turning my gaze to her.
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Following her up to the counter, I waited as she paid for the bottle, the cashier shoving it into a brown paper bag before we left. I stopped briefly on the sidewalk outside the liquor store and lit up a smoke as B unscrewed the top of her bottle.
"Ya know. We coulda just went to a bar. What'd we gonna do now? Just wander around?" I was game for that. Besides then maybe Buffy could drink and chill and think or do whatever she had to do and I could actually get some slaying done.
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As I handed the bottle back to her, she turned and met my eyes. Said her peace and then finally took the bottle back. Took me a minute to process as we both walked in silence. She was damn right I did what I had to do. Did she really think that I wanted to dust Angel? She'd have to be crazy to buy that one.
"Don't worry." I said with an instigating smirk on my face. "Sure I'll manage to screw something up again real soon so you can go back to hating me." She was givin' me that serious look but I could see the small crack of a smile. There was a sense of humor in there somewhere. Man, she had really changed over the years.
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But since then? I wasn't sure. B had changed so much from that girl I used to know. She got darker, and sometimes? Sometimes I found myself scared of just who exactly she was, because the darkness in her? It was so different from the violent outbursts that used to exist in me. I didn't think I'd ever understand it.
"So you haven't told me yet and color me wicked nosy but...nice new digs yo. Where'd you get the bank for that sweet pad?" Not to mention the wicked expensive tequila that we were now drinking.
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"Yeah, that sounds all kinds of shady, B. I know you wouldn't be doin' anything sketchy, right?" My eyes glimmered wickedly at her and I didn't think it was lost that I was tryin' to bait her. It was so easy to do. So many years between us and all we ever did well was get a rise out of eachother. Really knew how to wind eachother right up. Kinda kept things interesting, I guessed.
She still hadn't answered me when we strolled in through the cemetary gates. Wilson Cemetary. Biggest cemetary in L.A. Felt like home almost.
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Spinning around it just looked like your run of the mill fledgling. Nothing really that exciting. Could have some fun though. Hitting him hard in the jaw with my fist, I lashed out with a foot and kicked him in the mid-section sending him staggering back. Could use a little excercize. Looking back up at B she was just chillin' on the headstone swiggin' from that bottle.
Damn, what had happened to her?
Walking over to the vamp, I jerked him up by his collar and ducked as he swung out at me with a fist. Slamming him into a tree, I looked back up at B.
"B, I told you. You shoulda come with me. Sent Dawnie off to your aunt, we woulda had a blast. And hey, Xand was there too."
Lashing out with another fist at the vamp, I knocked him to the ground.
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With a sigh I raised an eyebrow at her. Yeah, she was doin' just great out here. Stealin' shit with Gwen, hookin' up with Gwen, drinking, not slaying. Great job B, keep up the good work. In her defense though, I kinda thought she deserved a break.
And of course the next thing she said was about Spike. Why the hell would I care what she did about Spike? Why the hell would I even be able to tell her what to do? My own boyfriend just bailed town and probably because I was an idiot. I was the last person she should ask.
Not that it didn't mean something that she did.
"Do whatever you wanna do, just don't do it while you're drunk. I don't know jack about this whole vision thing but there's always a way around everything even if Cordelia says there's not."
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"Gwen really has been gettin' to you, huh?" I was kidding. Really couldn't picture Queen C and Buffy hooking up. Then again, it had occured to me more than once that I didn't have one fucking clue about either one of them most of the time.
"We can go back to the hotel now if you want. But I'm kinda feelin' the slay vibe. And hey you still got more tequilla to finish off."
Okay, the world? Officially turned inside out and upside now.
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all slayers had a serious tolerance for alcohol. But I guessed that
was just me. B was lookin' a little green around the gils so to speak
and she hadn't even drank the entire bottle yet.
"Let me see that." Taking the bottle out of her hands I took a long
swig before handing it back to her. "And I'm not leavin' you here
three sheets to the wind when there's vampires out there who want to,
oh I dunno, kill you. Fuck that. If something slayworthy comes by I'll
stake it." Hopping up onto a gravestone I sat down next to her, the
two fo us passing the bottle of Tequilla back and forth.
Looking up for a second...I thought I saw something. Someone. Large,
and dark. What the fuck? Blinking again it was gone and now I was
startin' to worry that I was seein' shit.
"Did you see that?" I asked Buffy, turning my gaze to her.
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