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Buffy had managed to get up an hour earlier than normal in hopes of actually getting some hot water. They'd been settled in Council housing for a couple weeks now, and she'd had exactly one - ONE - hot shower in that time. Sharing a bathroom with a billion teenage girls less considerate than her own sister was wearing on her nerves.
She headed down to the kitchen to score some breakfast, only to find that every food item she'd purchased in the last week had been completely devoured, except for one bite - one - of the raspberry frozen yogurt she'd hidden in a brussels sprouts bag for just that reason.
Cold (but clean,) hungry and grouchy, she settled on the couch in the common area, glaring daggers at a television that wasn't even on. Today she was going to talk to Giles about giving his senior Slayer a salary, or so help her, she was just going to have to get a job elsewhere. She needed to move out while she still had a tenuous grip on reality and sanity.
(Open to anyone willing to deal with a grouchy Slayer.)
She headed down to the kitchen to score some breakfast, only to find that every food item she'd purchased in the last week had been completely devoured, except for one bite - one - of the raspberry frozen yogurt she'd hidden in a brussels sprouts bag for just that reason.
Cold (but clean,) hungry and grouchy, she settled on the couch in the common area, glaring daggers at a television that wasn't even on. Today she was going to talk to Giles about giving his senior Slayer a salary, or so help her, she was just going to have to get a job elsewhere. She needed to move out while she still had a tenuous grip on reality and sanity.
(Open to anyone willing to deal with a grouchy Slayer.)