six [ voice & locked text ✝ location: castle summers ]
"So," Buffy Summers addresses the tablet network with her very best not-so-large-but-totally-in-charge voice. She has a smile on her face; she is feeling not so bad at all. So a few pieces of strange news had filtered her way of late -- she could deal in her most classic of dealing ways. Distraction. Specifically? A party-shaped distraction. "There's a beach."
She quirks an eyebrow and pauses for a somewhat dramatic effect. "There is a beach and Monday is July 4th. So we might not all be red-white-and-blue-blooded here but...seriously, Taxon? Are you gonna turn down a party? 'Cause I wouldn't. I'm thinking big time barbecue fun out by the water. I'm thinking fireworks. And I'm thinking wicked loud music. Can I get witness, here?"
Buffy settles the tablet gently against the vanity table in her bedroom -- leaning her chin on one hand. "Any and all help will be appreciated. Be there or be beyond square. Bronte Beach, July 4th. Noonish? It's a date, Taxon."
[ then there follows a locked text message to angel: ]
i expect you there -- considering all those flashy working taste-buds you're now boasting.
She quirks an eyebrow and pauses for a somewhat dramatic effect. "There is a beach and Monday is July 4th. So we might not all be red-white-and-blue-blooded here but...seriously, Taxon? Are you gonna turn down a party? 'Cause I wouldn't. I'm thinking big time barbecue fun out by the water. I'm thinking fireworks. And I'm thinking wicked loud music. Can I get witness, here?"
Buffy settles the tablet gently against the vanity table in her bedroom -- leaning her chin on one hand. "Any and all help will be appreciated. Be there or be beyond square. Bronte Beach, July 4th. Noonish? It's a date, Taxon."
[ then there follows a locked text message to angel: ]
i expect you there -- considering all those flashy working taste-buds you're now boasting.