2nd Dusting

[neoslaying]

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[All told, Melaka's feeling pretty good. Sure, Harth had bit someone, but he survived and she gave him a nice nasty burn. It gives her a grim sort of satisfaction. Enough of one that despite being in a "new world" and one she still isn't that familiar with she's open to going out for a bit of fun today during the daylight hours. If

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[slaying]

[ buffy stands behind the bar. she's staring down a tumbler with maybe a thumb's worth of dark liquid in it. and i mean staring it down. ]

[neoslaying]

Jesu, Summers, you're everywhere.

[She says as she comes in the bar]

[slaying]

...Girl's gotta have a day job. Or a second night job. Or...well it's not even really a job, if I'm honest. A hobby?

[ she looks up. ]

[neoslaying]

Not arguin' that. Getting twitchy without Gunther 'round here.

[And she smiles, sliding into a seat]

[slaying]

Gun...ther?

[ buffy slides the tumbler of rum out of the way. ]

[neoslaying]

The bossman. Guy I grab for.

[And that just makes her look at the tumbler]

[slaying]

The guy you what for? Dial the clarity up a bit higher, please.

[neoslaying]

Grab. Y'know... get stuff?

[slaying]

...Legally?

[neoslaying]

...Jesu, you really are Erin but shorter.

[slaying]

I'm not short. Not -- not that short. And I'll have you know I'm date -- uhm, somethinging with a pirate and they don't exactly acquire things legally and I'm a very open-minded individual. Usually.

[ eff it. buffy lifts the tumbler of rum off the counter and drains it one gulp. ]

[neoslaying]

...Wow.

[Nice sip. She blinks, quite surprised in spite of herself] Pirates are popular.

[slaying]

Not right now, he's not. They're not. They. Very out style.

[ ugh. she pours another and then, like an afterthought: ] Want something?

[neoslaying]

...Sure. Hook me up.

[slaying]

...Your poison?

[neoslaying]

...Summers, I don't know what half of this is, just pick for me.