[043] - audio & action

[slaying]

Killing sprees, huh? That's so last season.

[Buffy sighs, and the journal picks up the gentle clinking of glasses.] Well, I'm a bit more used to--y'know--beating up bartenders for info but now that I am one? Hmm. If anyone's got some juicy knowledge on the murders, swing by Good Spirits and give a girl a hand with her investigating, okay?

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[ voice ]

[hippocraticly]

... A what.

[ voice ]

[slaying]

Hey, mister. I'm the one asking questions around here.

[That seemed to be enough tough-guy talk.] It's called a McCoy. It's a drink I created. And named after this guy I know.

[ voice ]

[hippocraticly]

Oh, really. I couldn't tell.

[ He's touched, really. ]

[ voice ]

[slaying]

It's actually kinda delicious. I mean, I can drink it without making one of those faces.

[ voice ]

[chie_not_chuck]

I don't know about any information, but I'll be there.

[ Because you need a clever idiot to stumble on the truth, Buffy. ]

[ voice ]

[slaying]

Fantabulous! [That voice sounded kinda familiar. Hm.] And you'd be surprise what you might now. Sometimes, you just gotta chat about stuff.

[ voice ]

[chie_not_chuck]

[ She'll cotton on when she sees the jam jar smasher. ]

Yeah! Cool! ... Uh wait, will they even let me in?

[ voice ]

[slaying]

[Underage, huh? Well:] I can always make you a fantastically legal fruit smoothie.

[myowndrumbeat]

[Barely a minute later, the bar door opens and River walks in, looking around for Buffy something with a vaguely determined look on her face]

[slaying]

[Oh. The slightlyvery unhinged girl. Buffy bites her bottom lip, but still offers a friendly wave when she catches River's eye.]

[myowndrumbeat]

[She walks over straight-faced and sits down at the bar calmly]

What do you want to know, Buffy? [There's no crazy in her voice]

[slaying]

I know who, but I don't know why.

[She eyes the girl, unsure of how much she could give away. Or how much River already knew. Buffy would normally have gone out, guns-a-blazing (minus real guns), but her lack of mojo would have been a serious impediment.]

[slaying]

[Hi there, Minato. Buffy gets that look that she tends to get around you. The awkward hi-I-saw-you-in-the-clinic look.]

Can I interest you in some orange juice with a splash of soda? Totally underage-friendly. I promise.

[slaying]

Don't worry. It's pretty good--I'm not to big on the booze myself, so I know my delicious substitutes. [At least she knows that much.

The Slayer turns away for a moment, shaking up some orange juice and adding a dash of sparkling lemon soda. She garnishes with a slice of orange and quirky straw and--there you go! She slides the tall glass over to Minato. It's not the manliest looking thing, but it'll be delicious. She hopes.]

[ voice ] 1/3

[univalent]

Oh, how delightfully nineties of them. [ /sarcasm. ] We doing anything about--

[ voice ] 2/3

[univalent]

[ sound of grumbling and then a door slamming. ]

[ action ] 3/3

[univalent]

[ and not too long after that, you have one slightly smoldering blanket-covered vampire stepping into good spirits. he tosses the blanket aside, not caring where it lands, and storms over to where buffy's at. ]

Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?

[ action ]

[slaying]

Well, certainly not being so stupid as to turn myself into some kind of glam-goth birthday candle. You probably shouldn't go leaving that on the floor--you might burn the whole place down.

[Hello, Spike.]