Post "Flooded"
[ OOM: Post "Flooded"]
The door opens, and Buffy comes in with a bucket of deep fried chicken under her arm, ready to toss her keys on the side table and sit down to dinner.
Unfortunately, when she tosses her keys, calling, "Hello?" it doesn't echo lightly like it does in her house. It doesn't echo at all, and her keys don't land on the side table, causing her to chuckle embarassedly, bending to pick them up and looking at her chicken.
"Oh well, more for me."
She takes her chicken to a table, on the way noticing a sign. She needs a job, after all.
"Stupid full copper re-pipe," she mutters, and heads on over.
That done, she comes back to the table, grabbing a diet coke on the way, to enjoy her deep-fried chicken parts.
The door opens, and Buffy comes in with a bucket of deep fried chicken under her arm, ready to toss her keys on the side table and sit down to dinner.
Unfortunately, when she tosses her keys, calling, "Hello?" it doesn't echo lightly like it does in her house. It doesn't echo at all, and her keys don't land on the side table, causing her to chuckle embarassedly, bending to pick them up and looking at her chicken.
"Oh well, more for me."
She takes her chicken to a table, on the way noticing a sign. She needs a job, after all.
"Stupid full copper re-pipe," she mutters, and heads on over.
That done, she comes back to the table, grabbing a diet coke on the way, to enjoy her deep-fried chicken parts.