[drabble] Heat Wave!
For mariamist , 7/26 (27 now?): A conversation with your husband, except both of you are characters somewhere in the Whedonverse. Dust showered down around her and she sneezed. "I hate vampires."
Dust showered down around her and she sneezed. "I hate vampires."
"You prefer zombies?" He twirled the stake in his hand and holstered it.
"Yeah, I do. They don't plot and conspire, they're not clothes hounds, and they don't feel the need to engage in tedious attempts at snark."
"True. You have a point, my love."
"Plus, it's cold out here."
"Yeah, and with zombies?"
"Flamethrower, hell yeah."
"We need to get out of this town. Go where the real party is."
"Hellmouth, you say?"
"It's in Cleveland."
"It snows in Cleveland."
"Yes, but you know -- Hellmouth."
"Mmm. Toasty."
Dust showered down around her and she sneezed. "I hate vampires."
"You prefer zombies?" He twirled the stake in his hand and holstered it.
"Yeah, I do. They don't plot and conspire, they're not clothes hounds, and they don't feel the need to engage in tedious attempts at snark."
"True. You have a point, my love."
"Plus, it's cold out here."
"Yeah, and with zombies?"
"Flamethrower, hell yeah."
"We need to get out of this town. Go where the real party is."
"Hellmouth, you say?"
"It's in Cleveland."
"It snows in Cleveland."
"Yes, but you know -- Hellmouth."
"Mmm. Toasty."