When Life Gives You Lemons...
Nobody loves us this month, but I've taken advantage of a brief down-time in the complete house renovation and written a drabble-and-a-half.
Setting: School Hard, BtVS season 2.
Rating: PG
For the prompt: Lace doilies (and stuff).
150 Words.
When Life Gives You Lemons...
It's not how he imagined his third Slayer kill, that's for sure.
The hallway of a whitebread Yank high school can't compare with the New York subway in all its bankrupt, graffiti-covered glory, not to mention China during an actual fucking war.
Still, he thinks, as he rips down the tawdry paper banners (PARENT TEACHER NIGHT written in childish, unformed capitals - don't they teach them bloody anything in schools these days?) at least it'll be easy.
Not that this Slayer isn't a pretty little thing. Right tasty, in fact. Other times, different circumstances, he might've teased her for a bit - dogged her footsteps, haunted her nightmares. Let the dance go on a little longer.
But finding a cure for what ails Dru comes first.
He hauls back to sweep the pathetic paper cups and doilies off the table, then stops.
What's in that jug?
He sniffs.
Ooh, lemonade!
Setting: School Hard, BtVS season 2.
Rating: PG
For the prompt: Lace doilies (and stuff).
150 Words.
When Life Gives You Lemons...
It's not how he imagined his third Slayer kill, that's for sure.
The hallway of a whitebread Yank high school can't compare with the New York subway in all its bankrupt, graffiti-covered glory, not to mention China during an actual fucking war.
Still, he thinks, as he rips down the tawdry paper banners (PARENT TEACHER NIGHT written in childish, unformed capitals - don't they teach them bloody anything in schools these days?) at least it'll be easy.
Not that this Slayer isn't a pretty little thing. Right tasty, in fact. Other times, different circumstances, he might've teased her for a bit - dogged her footsteps, haunted her nightmares. Let the dance go on a little longer.
But finding a cure for what ails Dru comes first.
He hauls back to sweep the pathetic paper cups and doilies off the table, then stops.
What's in that jug?
He sniffs.
Ooh, lemonade!