Weekend getaway [Sunday afternoon, for evilhandissue]

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Beginning of the weekend is here, but be warned: thread is long and smutty. We don't normally smut, but figured we might as well let the pups have some fun just this once. *g*When Lindsey had first suggested they go away for the weekend, Cordelia had been a little hesitant. Not because she didn't want to spend time with him, but because the whole

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[evilhandissue]

"So here I am with my pal Billy, and we're just waiting for the bartender to figure out that the ID's are fake. I mean come on, we're teenagers here, and the guy who forged them said we were thirty two. THIRTY TWO and I haven't even been ready to shave yet and the guy just looks at the ID's and give us the beers!"

Lindsey was carrying his sandles as they walked along the surf, telling Cordelia about the bar he had gone to growing up in Oklahoma. For someone who had wanted to escape the place so badly, he did have a lot of memories growing up.

"So anyway, we go hang out near the dance floor and this woman comes up to Billy, sitting in his lap and you know what she wanted. And there's poor Billy, not having a clue what the hell to do because he'd never seen a hooker before..."

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"Poor Billy," Cordelia said, laughing. "That was one thing we never really had to deal with in Sunnydale. I maen, I'm sure there were hookers around, but they weren't that obvious. And the Brozne was too much of a school hangout, so the fake ID thing never would have worked."

She shrugged and walked along, smiling as the sun warmed her face, content with her own memories, strange as they may be.

"If I ever wanted beer, all I had to do was go to a frat party at the college. Bonus to being a girl. Except when the idiot frat boys tried to sacrifice me to their snake god."

Well, her and Buffy, but this was her story, so she was going to be the star.

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"Hate to say it, darlin', but your town is seriously fucked up. Worst I ever had to worry about, beyond the whole being cold and needing food to survive, was my daddy finding me smoking weed out back behind the barn."

He smiled at her. "Course, what happens to you growing up is what forms the person you are today, or so they say. If it wasn't for the things we did back then, we wouldn't be the way we are now."

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She chuckled at the idea of him having a barn. She was such a city girl, she couldn't even imagine living on a farm, let alone picture Lindsey growing up there.

"You mean part-demon and evil?" she asked, grinning back at him and bumping his shoulder with hers as they walked. The "evil" was said with affection now, rather than the disdain she used to use. Funny how much can change in a few short weeks.