Buffy had run off to who the hell knew where which left me living alone in the beach house with Spike. I briefly contemplated either sleeping at the office, asking Dawn if I could stay with her and Lex or going back to the hotel tonight whether Fred liked it or not. But no, I was trying to tough it out at home with Spike. I didn't know when the beach house started to feel like home but it did and I wasn't going anywhere
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"I was never involved with Angel." I clarified for him. "Thanks to Skip, another stupid demon. I bet you and Skip would be best friends!" I exclaimed as I took another drink and wow, okay I was gonna have to cut myself off here in a minute. I couldn't help it, Spike was really irritating and after what happened with Kennedy I....well, I needed to stay drunk. Really really drunk.
"Technically and actually are two different things." I pointed out to him. "He might be three or four years old but I bet he can do things that you only wish you can do." I quirked an eyebrow in Spike's direction before he turned around to go to the liquor cabinet. "God, why am I even defending him. Never mind. You both suck. In fact, I think you should marry him. You deserve each other!"
Eagerly I followed him. "Oooh. What else is in there?" I asked, peering over his shoulder as I looked at all of the bottles. "Okay, there is no way these are Buffy's."
Alright, I was going to force feed her another soddin' bottle so the bint could go to bed. I moved bottles around the cabinet, tryin' to see what else was in there. She was right behind me, lookin' over my shoulder.
"Buffy doesn't drink hard liqour, pet. Well, only when she's pissed off. Other than that, she has me make her those fruity slushie drinks," I said, annoyed until I found another bottle of Jack.
"Here we go."
Pullin' it out, I shut the cabinet and headed to the backporch. No cups needed, we didn't need those. Opened up the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck. The pool was amazin'. That's one thing I loved about this place. Settin' the bottle on the table, I dug through my pocket and got out my smokes and my lighter before sittin' down on a chair.
Hey. Why wasn't he making me fruity slushie drinks? Oh right. Because I'm not a blonde vampire slayer. I haven't punched him yet. I could punch him. I could so punch him, it probably just wouldn't really do anything to him. Instead I just followed him out onto the porch. He set the bottle down next to a chair so I sat down in the one next to him and looked at the pool
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Ahh, Skip. Yeah, I heard of him. Well, okay, I didn't, but whatever. Didn't matter. We just sat there, drinkin' and loungin' and I was enjoyin' the silence after awhile. That meant that the perky trollop next to me wasn't talkin'. Ashin' my smoke, I brought the fag back to my mouth and inhaled before grabbin' the bottle after she took a swig.
Settin' my cigarette down, I gulped some more before spittin' it all out onto the deck.
"You shagged Kennedy!?"
Hmm.
I just grinned a little before lettin' out a chuckle and wipin' my mouth up.
"Was it good?" I asked her, then started all over again, takin' another gulp. No, that deserved two. After the second, I passed it back to her.
I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the expression Spike was giving me. Yeah, so I slept with Kennedy. It wasn't that surprising. Everybody has to get their rocks off somehow and I was always having to listen to Buffy and Spike in the next room. Ew.
"It was." I admitted after a few minutes. "Actually, really good." I frowned at that. "That doesn't make me a big lezbo does it?" Oh my God. I hadn't really thought about it. Am I gay now? Gayer than Willow?
"It doesn't even really matter cause it wasn't about the actual sex....which y'know, was good. The whole time I thought it was about getting over Connor and moving on. And then I realized the whole thing was really all about Connor." I pressed my mouth into a thin line as I looked out at the pool. "Love sucks."
I just leaned back a bit more as she told me it was really good. Yeah, I bet it was. Laughing a little, I shook my head. "Suppose not. You don't want it now do you?" I asked her and grabbed the bottle, taking a few gulps. S'alright, my noggin' was definately spinnin'. Bollocks it all is. Loungin' back, I tapped my fingers on the side table and listened to her yap her gums.
"Love does suck and I tell you what, he's a fool for leavin' you behind."
That will be the only nice thing I will say to this bint.
Ever.
But, I suppose if it's meant to be it'll be. Look at me and Buffy. Well, either we're meant to be, or she just gave in.
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What the soddin' hell was she talkin' about!? I just shook my head and watched her as she ranted. Kinda cute, but Buffy does a much better job at it. Plus, I usually get laid after. God, I missed Buffy right about now. "Yep, I love getting Angel's sloppy seconds, but you being involved with Angel ... wouldn't that be Buffy's? Oh and then you go for the son who's technically 3 or 4 years old or somethin'. Hmm." I just grinned and took another gulp of the alcohol. There was probably only a shot left and I handed her the bottle while she swayed there for a second. I was finally starting to feel it and I was tempted to call Alec but he's in Greece.
Ponce.
Gettin' off the counter I headed to the liqour cabinet.
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"Technically and actually are two different things." I pointed out to him. "He might be three or four years old but I bet he can do things that you only wish you can do." I quirked an eyebrow in Spike's direction before he turned around to go to the liquor cabinet. "God, why am I even defending him. Never mind. You both suck. In fact, I think you should marry him. You deserve each other!"
Eagerly I followed him. "Oooh. What else is in there?" I asked, peering over his shoulder as I looked at all of the bottles. "Okay, there is no way these are Buffy's."
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"Buffy doesn't drink hard liqour, pet. Well, only when she's pissed off. Other than that, she has me make her those fruity slushie drinks," I said, annoyed until I found another bottle of Jack.
"Here we go."
Pullin' it out, I shut the cabinet and headed to the backporch. No cups needed, we didn't need those. Opened up the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck. The pool was amazin'. That's one thing I loved about this place. Settin' the bottle on the table, I dug through my pocket and got out my smokes and my lighter before sittin' down on a chair.
Maybe I should just push her in.
I grinned as I thought about that.
"Who is Skip now?"
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Settin' my cigarette down, I gulped some more before spittin' it all out onto the deck.
"You shagged Kennedy!?"
Hmm.
I just grinned a little before lettin' out a chuckle and wipin' my mouth up.
"Was it good?" I asked her, then started all over again, takin' another gulp. No, that deserved two. After the second, I passed it back to her.
"How was it?"
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"It was." I admitted after a few minutes. "Actually, really good." I frowned at that. "That doesn't make me a big lezbo does it?" Oh my God. I hadn't really thought about it. Am I gay now? Gayer than Willow?
"It doesn't even really matter cause it wasn't about the actual sex....which y'know, was good. The whole time I thought it was about getting over Connor and moving on. And then I realized the whole thing was really all about Connor." I pressed my mouth into a thin line as I looked out at the pool. "Love sucks."
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"Love does suck and I tell you what, he's a fool for leavin' you behind."
That will be the only nice thing I will say to this bint.
Ever.
But, I suppose if it's meant to be it'll be. Look at me and Buffy. Well, either we're meant to be, or she just gave in.
Either way, I'm fine with it.
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Ponce.
Gettin' off the counter I headed to the liqour cabinet.
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