Did I really see you or was it a dream?

[wickedslayer]

"Thats ok, I just saved a significant amount on my car insurance. Besides I'm not certain exactly what your name is. Buffy perhaps?"Gasping loudly I sat up in bed, one hand over my forehead. Ow. Squinting I couldn't believe how horrible my head felt. It was like the hangover from hell, and this was comin' from me. Hangovers from hell were sorta par

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[wickedslayer]

"You're just figuring that out?" I asked wryly, as he stated that I wasn't Buffy. Well, no shit. If I was Buffy I wouldn't be here. I'd be too busy ridin' around on my high horse tryin' to piss everyone off. And hey, way more deja vous. Didn't he call me Buffy in that dream? It felt so fucking real.

"Nothing." I didn't want anything. Nothing he could give me as long as he was completely crazed and wouldn't listen to a word I said. Was it bad that I still wanted to jump his bones? I'm gonna go with yeah.

Don't get me wrong, I hadn't forgotten what I'd said to him outside the hospital. But I was pissed off and he was acting like an asshole. What did he expect?

[wickedslayer]

He didn't seem to be exactly with it and I was pretty sure I could smell something like stale whiskey in the room. Shaking my head I crossed my arms over my chest. Man, I thought I was a sad sorry individual, he reeked of sadness. And man, I been hangin' out with Illyria for way too long.

"perhaps?" I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering if he'd just fall over and collapse at any moment.

Narrowing my eyes I had a flash of something, something about clowns and some flowers. Fucking weird. Musta been that dream creepin' back in on me. Dreams had a way of doing that to you.

"Perhaps what?"