“Quentin’s nephew, Oliver, is making the most noise about Fred. He seems rather set on making our lives a living hell. I believe he blames us for the bombing last year. He’s always been an utter wanker,” Giles grumbled before taking a sip of tea. “If the Travers family didn’t have such a strong hold on the Council, I’d kick his arse out.”
When Wesley started to talk about the condition of the compound, Giles let out a soft sigh. Things were certainly easier when it’d been just one Slayer, and one Watcher. They’d lost several Watchers the year before. The Academy had a few graduating, but it wasn’t enough for each Slayer to have her own Watcher. “I think a den mother is a good idea,” he said, knowing how teenage girls could be.
He shuffled through some of his papers and looked over at Wesley. “We need to address the problem about the Watchers. We don’t have enough to go around, and I’m worried we won’t. I don’t like the idea of doubling the girls up because each one should have some individual training,” Giles said. “Right now the brightest Slayers are getting the Watchers and even then, they’re still doubling up. Any suggestions? We have about forty graduating from the Academy this year, but do we want to put them on a Slayer straightaway?”
Buffy all but dragged Xander to Giles' and Wes' offices, pausing only long enough to goad him into buying her a mocha to wash down her breakfast of cold pizza. She paused outside the door long enough to be sure that the sounds coming from inside the room were the sounds of conversation and paperwork, and not slightly more naughty and greatly more disturbing things that she really didn't want to walk in on... again.
She tapped lightly on the door, pushing it open and making a grab for Xander's hand as she stepped into the room. "Hey! Look, Xand! It's my favorite Watchers. Do you know how much I love my Watchers, Xander? Because I don't think I really show my Watchers often enough how much I love them." Buffy smiled brightly at Giles and Wesley and could almost hear them both thinking, 'oh dear lord, what does she want now?'.
"I know what you're thinking, so I'll go ahead and get on with the shameless pleading now. Xander and I want to get a place together, but we have zero fundage. Now we were thinkin' maybe you guys could, you know, give us a job or something, and maybe help us look at apar- flats. It would really mean a lot to me." Buffy added her best puppydog eyes and lower-lip quiver for good measure. "And really, it would be an investment in the health of your mini Slayers, because if one more girl leaves unmentionable hair on my soap or eats my ice cream or spills my perfume? I'm going to start slaying *them*."
Xander let Buffy drag him down to Wesley and Giles' office. When she knocked, and didn't wait for them to say anything before pushing the door open, he slapped his hand over his eyes. He respected the two Watchers, but he couldn't forgot the time he walked in on them at the Magic Box. Holy-moly! He had the hardest time getting the image out of his mind, and had to talk Anya into...well, it was something which made him blush.
"Are they decent?"
When Buffy started on her tangent, and boy was so good at the manipulation, Xander removed his hand. He grinned at Wes and Giles. "Oh! Jaffa cakes!" he said before going over to the package and pulling a couple out. He shoved them in his mouth and nodded along with Buffy.
"They tried to attack me this morning for my pizza!" Xander said before shoving more Jaffa cakes in his mouth.
Before Wesley could tell Rupert that they probably would have to pull as many of the academy graduates in as Watchers as they could, the door opened and Buffy and Xander came into the office. He rolled his eyes a little at Xander's question as to whether they were decent.
"Could have waited for an answer if you were that concerned," he told him before looking over at Buffy. She wanted something - that much was pretty obvious since she never acted this way to them unless she did.
At least what she wanted, though, was something that he and Rupert had been discussing anyway. "We were...hey!" he said when he noticed Xander taking Rupert's jaffa cakes and scarfing them down. Reaching over, he grabbed the package and handed them to his lover. "We do live in England now, and these are available in every off license and grocery store in country. No need to steal."
He looked back to Buffy. "Anyway, Rupert and I were just discussing your situation with living in the Slayer compound and needing jobs. Rupert, do you want to fill them in since it was mainly your idea?"
When Wesley started to talk about the condition of the compound, Giles let out a soft sigh. Things were certainly easier when it’d been just one Slayer, and one Watcher. They’d lost several Watchers the year before. The Academy had a few graduating, but it wasn’t enough for each Slayer to have her own Watcher. “I think a den mother is a good idea,” he said, knowing how teenage girls could be.
He shuffled through some of his papers and looked over at Wesley. “We need to address the problem about the Watchers. We don’t have enough to go around, and I’m worried we won’t. I don’t like the idea of doubling the girls up because each one should have some individual training,” Giles said. “Right now the brightest Slayers are getting the Watchers and even then, they’re still doubling up. Any suggestions? We have about forty graduating from the Academy this year, but do we want to put them on a Slayer straightaway?”
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She tapped lightly on the door, pushing it open and making a grab for Xander's hand as she stepped into the room. "Hey! Look, Xand! It's my favorite Watchers. Do you know how much I love my Watchers, Xander? Because I don't think I really show my Watchers often enough how much I love them." Buffy smiled brightly at Giles and Wesley and could almost hear them both thinking, 'oh dear lord, what does she want now?'.
"I know what you're thinking, so I'll go ahead and get on with the shameless pleading now. Xander and I want to get a place together, but we have zero fundage. Now we were thinkin' maybe you guys could, you know, give us a job or something, and maybe help us look at apar- flats. It would really mean a lot to me." Buffy added her best puppydog eyes and lower-lip quiver for good measure. "And really, it would be an investment in the health of your mini Slayers, because if one more girl leaves unmentionable hair on my soap or eats my ice cream or spills my perfume? I'm going to start slaying *them*."
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"Are they decent?"
When Buffy started on her tangent, and boy was so good at the manipulation, Xander removed his hand. He grinned at Wes and Giles. "Oh! Jaffa cakes!" he said before going over to the package and pulling a couple out. He shoved them in his mouth and nodded along with Buffy.
"They tried to attack me this morning for my pizza!" Xander said before shoving more Jaffa cakes in his mouth.
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"Could have waited for an answer if you were that concerned," he told him before looking over at Buffy. She wanted something - that much was pretty obvious since she never acted this way to them unless she did.
At least what she wanted, though, was something that he and Rupert had been discussing anyway. "We were...hey!" he said when he noticed Xander taking Rupert's jaffa cakes and scarfing them down. Reaching over, he grabbed the package and handed them to his lover. "We do live in England now, and these are available in every off license and grocery store in country. No need to steal."
He looked back to Buffy. "Anyway, Rupert and I were just discussing your situation with living in the Slayer compound and needing jobs. Rupert, do you want to fill them in since it was mainly your idea?"
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