A Typical Night Out
Apparently, it was time to do a bit of patrolling, and this Watcher and his Slayer were going to have some company. At least, I supposed, I was more than aware that Bethany was capable of handling herself, particularly if, as she said, she'd developed an even greater degree of control over her abilities. And so, the three of us soon found
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"English," I said in reply, folding my arms over my chest and pulling my jacket closed a little bit tighter. I still had my knife in hand, but I'd mostly forgotten about it. God, when did it get so cold out? I took a quick look around, looking over the work we'd done. Every demon was dead. Rather messily, I might add. Why don't demons die neatly? I know vampires do. Poof, they're dust. That's all, folks. No cleanup to take care of afterwards. Apparently demons just kind of... decomposed.
Ew. So who cleaned up all the demon carcasses after the good guys were done laying the smackdown? I was interested to know, really.
I hadn't really paid attention to the new girl yet, so I finally took a moment to look her over. She looked pretty sturdy, for a girl. I knew Faith was strong, but she didn't exactly look it. She looked tough, sure, but not like... hoist-a-car-over-your-head tough. Faith was a lot stronger than she looked. The newbie, though... she had some serious muscle on her, and judging by her outfit, this whole demonslaying gig wasn't exactly a recreational thing for her.
Wow. The weirdos really decided to come out tonight, huh? Myself included, of course. Wouldn't want to be excluding anyone. That would be rude.
I took a good look at all assembled, letting out a long breath of air and finally letting myself smile. We'd done good. Killed the demon nasties and managed to come out of the fight without getting banged up too bad. A definite success, in my opinion, though I wasn't exactly the expert. "Is everyone okay?" I asked, directing the question to everyone there -- the new girl, too. "You guys were all great."
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I blinked a few times before it sorta settled in. He was ok. Wes was gonna be ok. Fuck, why had it bothered me so much? And why the fuck was he acting all casual about it? I ran a hand through my tangled hair and pulled out a cig, lighting up.
"Yeah, boss, we're all doing just great. Now, let's get the hell outta here before the cops show up, cuz I'm not too keen on meeting up with them."
I eyed the girl behind me.
"Drinks. Now. Wes' treat, and you're coming."
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