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I woke up in the late afternoon. There was a note on the pillow.
Didn't want to wake you. We've gone out shopping. Good luck job hunting! xxx
I sat and stared at the three kisses for a while. I never thought Buffy would write me a note with three kisses on it. Eventually I shook myself from my reverie and went and had a shower.
Downstairs in the kitchen I heated myself up a cup of blood - Buffy was keeping the fridge well stocked - and found Andrew playing Star Wars with 2 doughnuts and a Pepsi bottle. I shook my head. I sort of like the boy, but I don't think I have ever met anyone so geeky. I remembered back to the time I had threatened his Boba Fett doll and smirked to myself. Then I remembered what had happened later that day with Buffy and, well, the blood wasn't exactly rushing to my head with those memories.
I went through the local paper and found a few adverts for flats Buffy and I could look at. I rang them up and made appointments to see them the next evening. Hopefully I'd have my own home soon. Sharing with this many people was driving me a bit nuts.
Finally the sun went down and I went out. Buffy had suggested I look in the paper for jobs, but I knew I wouldn't find work there. I needed to see where the demon haunts were. True, I'm all ensouled now, I've got the spark, but I still feel more at home in the dark. Besides, working on that side of town would be killing two birds with one stone - I could keep an ear open for any interesting developments and then Buffy and I could kick evil arse.
The long and the short of it was that I managed to get a bartending job in a place called Henry's, a small, pokey bar thick with cigarette smoke and slime. Made me feel all at home. Now, I imagine I'll be a pretty crap barman - not so good with the small talk - but it's easy work, and they pay quite well. As the owner said, I'd need to do a little bit of "order management", which I interpreted as riot control. Not a problem. A bit of rough and tumble is just what I need.
Didn't want to wake you. We've gone out shopping. Good luck job hunting! xxx
I sat and stared at the three kisses for a while. I never thought Buffy would write me a note with three kisses on it. Eventually I shook myself from my reverie and went and had a shower.
Downstairs in the kitchen I heated myself up a cup of blood - Buffy was keeping the fridge well stocked - and found Andrew playing Star Wars with 2 doughnuts and a Pepsi bottle. I shook my head. I sort of like the boy, but I don't think I have ever met anyone so geeky. I remembered back to the time I had threatened his Boba Fett doll and smirked to myself. Then I remembered what had happened later that day with Buffy and, well, the blood wasn't exactly rushing to my head with those memories.
I went through the local paper and found a few adverts for flats Buffy and I could look at. I rang them up and made appointments to see them the next evening. Hopefully I'd have my own home soon. Sharing with this many people was driving me a bit nuts.
Finally the sun went down and I went out. Buffy had suggested I look in the paper for jobs, but I knew I wouldn't find work there. I needed to see where the demon haunts were. True, I'm all ensouled now, I've got the spark, but I still feel more at home in the dark. Besides, working on that side of town would be killing two birds with one stone - I could keep an ear open for any interesting developments and then Buffy and I could kick evil arse.
The long and the short of it was that I managed to get a bartending job in a place called Henry's, a small, pokey bar thick with cigarette smoke and slime. Made me feel all at home. Now, I imagine I'll be a pretty crap barman - not so good with the small talk - but it's easy work, and they pay quite well. As the owner said, I'd need to do a little bit of "order management", which I interpreted as riot control. Not a problem. A bit of rough and tumble is just what I need.