Finally, I managed it. I'm drunk. I'm utterly drunk. I'm so sodding pissed I'm hearing things. I could've sworn she just told me she'd been in love with Faith. A sixteen year old girl? Admit it Wes, you always got the hots for me. Well, yes, of course the girl has sexual chemistry with a broomstick
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"Sparring ishent a game," I tell her with a shrug. Ow. "'S what my father always told me. Pay attention boy!" I say with an eerily good imitation of my father. "It's not a bloody game!" Waggling my finger, I blink at the blurred digit flying past and quickly lower my hand
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"Mm. Probably would depend on how one's sparring partner viewed it. Must say I do not envy his position at all." I blinked when he said that Rupert had killed his girlfriend. Given what little I knew of things in the world at the moment, I took it to mean that he'd somehow gotten her killed.
I glanced at the bartender when he said that. The man was, indeed, glaring. "Bloody scary eyebrows he's got, too," I said. I watched him sway and for a moment wondered if I should brace myself to catch him. He righted himself and I decided I'd only fall down with him.
"My pleasure as well. I was goin' t' get a cab t' take me back t' the Menagerie of Teenage Girls, actually. Don't suppose you'd want to go that far. Probably a bit out of the way of...wherever you're stashed at the moment."
"Oh *god* no," I gasp, blinking at the blurred figure in front of me. "I've had my f-fill of gaggles of teenaged girls back in Hunnysale-Sunnydale. Good lord, how can-can you stand it
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"Mostly I stay in my room," I answered truthfully. I really was more suited to small groups; had been all my life, except when large groups were utterly anonymous things like pubs or clubs. And my clubbing days were long past.
A secret place, hm? "I see. I shan't tell anyone I ran into you, then. Not that I've really talked to more than two people there anyway."
I glanced around for a bloody cab and, as he pointed out, there didn't seem to be a single one in sight. "Stupid drivers," I muttered. "Looks like I might be walkin' back as well. Though this time I don't think I'll climb the bloody gate. Too cold and I think the guards know I'm around now, anyway."
"So would I," I muttered. I'd probably lock myself up in that room and never come out again. Good lord. Realizing that there weren't going to be any taxi's at this time of night, I sighed. You'd think that there would be a lot of them, especially at this hour.
"Good," I nodded, blinking when the world started to tilt and I had to hold onto a lamppost to make it stop. "'Cause issa a secret. Faith would-would have my hide if she knew I w-wash out now." With a shake of my head, I giggled at the idea alone. I'm a grown formerly dead man! Okay, maybe it was the dead part that made her so weary. Huh.
"Climbing gates huh? Shee? I said you were a naught girl," I grinned at her, waggling my fingers. "D-do you think you can make it back home safely, Miss Dian? I c-could walk you home if you want?" It's not as though I had anything better to do. "Not that you can't take care of yourself, what being-being a former Watcher and all that."
I nodded when he said it was a secret. "'M good with secrets, no worries. And I like your hide better on you than off, anyway."
Grinning back at him, I nodded. "Couldn't exactly walk up to the guards and say, 'hello chaps, I've been dead about ten years or so, but I'm back now so could you let me in?'" I shake my head. "So over the gate it was."
"I think I can make it. Did...did bring a dagger with me, just in case. But..." I clapped a hand against his shoulder less gently than I meant to. "...you can walk me back a piece if ya want."
"Whoa! Woops!" I stumbled backward when she clapped me on my shoulder, making me crash into the lamppost behind me.
"I'm so sorry," I told it seriously, giving it a small pat. "Didn't see you back there. W-wont happen again, I promish." Sad lamppost, doing nothing but stand here day in day out. What a life, I wish I could trade.
"Sure I can," I nodded, waving her forward before squinting at my hand. Does it move slower then usual? Or did I forget my glasses? It's a bit of a blurry hand. Oh well. "Ish a little on-on my way anyyay...err..way."
Sliding up next to her, we walked toward the end of the street where our ways would probably part. That was a very small piece, but it wasn't as if she couldn't defend herself.
"Oh," I said surprised, my hand coming up to wave frantically. "Look, Miss Dian! A taxi. How foruurtanate huh?" I grinned at her and opened the door of the taxi when it stopped at the curb. "Here you go. Your cabbage-carriage awaits, Madame."
I hid a snicker when he apologized to the lamp post. We continued walking for a while, not much of interest to see. Just...street, mostly.
He began waving and it took me a moment before seeing anything. "Ah, a taxi! Most fortunate...this is indeed." He opened the door for me and I grinned. "Thank you, kind sir," I said as I climbed in. "Perhaps we shall run into each other again."
When the door closed, I gave the driver the address of the...mansion place. Thankfully, I'd manage to remember it.
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I glanced at the bartender when he said that. The man was, indeed, glaring. "Bloody scary eyebrows he's got, too," I said. I watched him sway and for a moment wondered if I should brace myself to catch him. He righted himself and I decided I'd only fall down with him.
"My pleasure as well. I was goin' t' get a cab t' take me back t' the Menagerie of Teenage Girls, actually. Don't suppose you'd want to go that far. Probably a bit out of the way of...wherever you're stashed at the moment."
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A secret place, hm? "I see. I shan't tell anyone I ran into you, then. Not that I've really talked to more than two people there anyway."
I glanced around for a bloody cab and, as he pointed out, there didn't seem to be a single one in sight. "Stupid drivers," I muttered. "Looks like I might be walkin' back as well. Though this time I don't think I'll climb the bloody gate. Too cold and I think the guards know I'm around now, anyway."
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"Good," I nodded, blinking when the world started to tilt and I had to hold onto a lamppost to make it stop. "'Cause issa a secret. Faith would-would have my hide if she knew I w-wash out now." With a shake of my head, I giggled at the idea alone. I'm a grown formerly dead man! Okay, maybe it was the dead part that made her so weary. Huh.
"Climbing gates huh? Shee? I said you were a naught girl," I grinned at her, waggling my fingers. "D-do you think you can make it back home safely, Miss Dian? I c-could walk you home if you want?" It's not as though I had anything better to do. "Not that you can't take care of yourself, what being-being a former Watcher and all that."
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Grinning back at him, I nodded. "Couldn't exactly walk up to the guards and say, 'hello chaps, I've been dead about ten years or so, but I'm back now so could you let me in?'" I shake my head. "So over the gate it was."
"I think I can make it. Did...did bring a dagger with me, just in case. But..." I clapped a hand against his shoulder less gently than I meant to. "...you can walk me back a piece if ya want."
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"I'm so sorry," I told it seriously, giving it a small pat. "Didn't see you back there. W-wont happen again, I promish." Sad lamppost, doing nothing but stand here day in day out. What a life, I wish I could trade.
"Sure I can," I nodded, waving her forward before squinting at my hand. Does it move slower then usual? Or did I forget my glasses? It's a bit of a blurry hand. Oh well. "Ish a little on-on my way anyyay...err..way."
Sliding up next to her, we walked toward the end of the street where our ways would probably part. That was a very small piece, but it wasn't as if she couldn't defend herself.
"Oh," I said surprised, my hand coming up to wave frantically. "Look, Miss Dian! A taxi. How foruurtanate huh?" I grinned at her and opened the door of the taxi when it stopped at the curb. "Here you go. Your cabbage-carriage awaits, Madame."
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He began waving and it took me a moment before seeing anything. "Ah, a taxi! Most fortunate...this is indeed." He opened the door for me and I grinned. "Thank you, kind sir," I said as I climbed in. "Perhaps we shall run into each other again."
When the door closed, I gave the driver the address of the...mansion place. Thankfully, I'd manage to remember it.
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