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Too many bloody people in the house, I can't even watch the telly properly. Without tellin' anyone, I got up, puttin' my duster on and left, in need of a bit of fresh air. Ironically speakin' of course. Could use a spot of violence too, but whatever comes first, happens first I reckon'. And what happened first, shall you ask. Whiskey. 'Lot of it, straight up, burning the buggering 'ell out of my throat. Soothing though. Something I needed.
Not that making love to my lady love wasn't soothing, but she was off somewhere, doing what she does best, 'sides other things. Grinning at that memory, I toss myself up on a barstool, taking me a seat and orderin' up a bottle of good 'ole Jack and a plate of hot wings. Watchin' as demons, vampires of the like walk in and then I'm thinkin' 'bout how much a bloke like me has changed. Used to be ruthless, big bad and all that rot and now what am I? Just someone's father, boyfriend ... a soulful man. Something I've always wanted I 'spose. With Buffy of course.
Didn't know I wanted it so badly though. Now that I have it, I'm not gonna bugger it to 'hell, gonna work hard, make her believe in me like she did and ... apparently does.
"Thanks mate," I mutter and grab onto my bottle, pouring 'myself a shot of the liquid then tossing it back, feeling it roll down my throat like some disease. Shouldn't be away so long, probably should head back after I'm done getting my indulgement. Got me a plate of hot wings that are begging to be eatin'. Grinning, I pick one up, giving into it's taste.
Ahh, seem's I'm going to be a ruthless big bad tonight. Don't got the money to pay for this, Oh yeah.
The Big Bad is back.
(tag: Anyone)
Not that making love to my lady love wasn't soothing, but she was off somewhere, doing what she does best, 'sides other things. Grinning at that memory, I toss myself up on a barstool, taking me a seat and orderin' up a bottle of good 'ole Jack and a plate of hot wings. Watchin' as demons, vampires of the like walk in and then I'm thinkin' 'bout how much a bloke like me has changed. Used to be ruthless, big bad and all that rot and now what am I? Just someone's father, boyfriend ... a soulful man. Something I've always wanted I 'spose. With Buffy of course.
Didn't know I wanted it so badly though. Now that I have it, I'm not gonna bugger it to 'hell, gonna work hard, make her believe in me like she did and ... apparently does.
"Thanks mate," I mutter and grab onto my bottle, pouring 'myself a shot of the liquid then tossing it back, feeling it roll down my throat like some disease. Shouldn't be away so long, probably should head back after I'm done getting my indulgement. Got me a plate of hot wings that are begging to be eatin'. Grinning, I pick one up, giving into it's taste.
Ahh, seem's I'm going to be a ruthless big bad tonight. Don't got the money to pay for this, Oh yeah.
The Big Bad is back.
(tag: Anyone)