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[latinexpert_sam]

Who: Sam and Buffy
What: First meeting...that goes awry
Where: Sunnydale Cemetery
When: November 1/early evening
Rating: PG

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[slayful_buffy]

"You've been doing this since you were a kid?" She stopped to think about that for a moment, about what her life would have been like without Dorothy Hamill obsessions and playing Power Girl up in her bedroom with her cousin Celia, not knowing about any of this

[slayful_buffy]

"It's not so much nightclub as it is... Dive," Buffy grinned, "I only go there when I wanna beat up the bartender for information."

Speaking of which she hadn't seen her friendly, slimy bar-owner in ages. She made a mental note to pay him a visit, to ask if any other hunters had passed through town lately, when Sam said he should be home studying.

Shocked to find she was disappointed, Buffy tried on a shrug and a nonchalant 'oh, we can do this another time' smile. Until he said he probably wouldn't get anything done and Buffy grinned.

"So you're procrastinating as much as I am?" She thought of the bio-book on her desk, the disapproving glance of her best friend AND her Mother rolled into one and threw caution to the wind. "I can promise to have you home early... I really wasn't kidding when I said we didn't have much town."

[latinexpert_sam]

"I wouldn't so much call it procrastinating as..." He paused with a shrug, "Yeah, it's basically just procrastinating. Besides, the only person who'll be around to see that I'm out past curfew is my brother Dean, and he's probably hustling some of the locals in pool as we speak."

It only took Dean one day to figure out the best places in this town to not only get a drink, but make extra cash. Sam had been pulled along the first not, fake ID in hand, because the hustling always worked better in pairs. And, yeah, he could hustle with the best of them, but really, that wasn't his thing.

Sam liked staying off the radar.

"Will any of your friends be there?"