Seventh Slay [Video] Hit me with your best shot. Fire away!

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy is clearly at the gym. She has her hands wrapped and she is taking out her frustration on the punching bag. Her breath is coming in little puffs and there's a sheen of sweat on her skin so she's been at this for a while now]

I [punch]

should [punch]

have [punch]

known [punch]

he's [punch]

a jerk [very hard punch that makes the bag swing perilously on its chain]

way [steady the bag and punch]

too [punch]

pretty [punch]

not [punch]

to be [punch]

[She rests a moment, contemplating the camera.]

Plus. My luck. Not the greatest romantically if you know what I mean.

[and then a flurry of kicks that yes...yes that would be Buffy killing the punching bag. It swings wildly on it's chain then snaps and hits the floor with a thud]

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Comments

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Okay, WOW oversharing.] Right, okay. Okay. [Can't. Unsee.] Just-- just, y'know. Eliot's intense and you're frightening and I'd really like to keep all of my friends as, y'know. Friendly.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Friendly. Yes. Me too. He needs to take a breath. Have a drink. Hit something. What does he do to unwind?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

He's probably gon' come pummel my ass, now. Shoot, he can try. Just try.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

He won't--I'll come over there okay?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

You kidding? All the equipment I got up in here and you two tumbling around doing-- Lord knows what! I know him, it'll be fine.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Okay well if you change your mind let me know.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Really? Thanks. And-- sorry about Eliot. He's wound tight to begin with, but he's not so bad when he's not. Y'know. Crazy.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

No it's okay. And yes, really. I will keep people from beating you, Hardison.