Comments | losing_reveries: Im so tired..but I can't sleep...or don't want to.

oneeyed_zeppo in losing_reveries

Im so tired..but I can't sleep...or don't want to.

Jan 03, 2005 20:23

My eyes opened for the millionth time that afternoon. This whole getting rest thing wasn't working. Everytime I closed my eyes the first slayer attacked me. Everytime I opened them the first slayer was lurking. Damn that spirited hag! Now, because of her I'm getting loads of non-sleep! I yawned and got up, getting dressed for the second time that ( Read more... )

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rather_british January 4 2005, 03:00:06 UTC

I put down my guitar and walked over to the door. I opened it to find Xander on my stoop with his mouth gaping. He finished his yawn and strolled into my flat.

I went to my desk as he made himself comfortable on my couch and I leafed through a few open books. "I've been looking into the matter. So far I haven't come across very much. That spell we performed called upon some very powerful magicks. Magicks like that usually don't come without a price."

oneeyed_zeppo January 8 2005, 03:55:03 UTC

"A price?!" I lifted my head and sat. "What kind of price?" This was begginning to tick me off. Damn the first slayer and her slayerness! I sighed and laid back.

"Giles, why couldn't slayers be bunnies? Fluffy not scary bunnies?" Not expecting any kind of real answer I buried my head in the pillow and listened to his.

rather_british January 9 2005, 07:25:19 UTC

I smiled slightly, "I doubt that a fluffy bunny would be able to stake a vampire with much agility."

The teapot on my stove began to whistle and I started making myself a cup of tea. "I'm sure it will pass on its own. In the meantime, a cup of tea always helps calm me down. Can I get you anything Xander?"

oneeyed_zeppo January 9 2005, 19:56:00 UTC

"But if it was Anya she'd be heading for the hills. Even if someone said 'There's a bunny over there'." I laughed.

I sighed. "Me no. Actually, a full night's sleep would be good. OH and alcohol. Really let's a guy pass out."

I got up and raided his mini-bar. "Brandy? God are you british." I took it out, got the top off and poured me a shot. I took a swig and made a "blech" face. "When is this from, 1901?" I checked the label. "1999, okay never mind. Ah, doesn't matter." I ditched the shot glass and brought the bottle to my lips.

Yep, I'd be hammered no time and then finally in dream land.

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