whattingawhat: (Oops)
Buffy Summers ([personal profile] whattingawhat) wrote2010-08-17 06:18 pm

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

[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]

Oops

[Voice]

[identity profile] a-bad-guy.livejournal.com 2010-08-18 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
I told you to quit sleepin' with him and come sleep with me! What's so hard about that?

Forget it.

Re: [Voice]

[identity profile] whattingawhat.livejournal.com 2010-08-18 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
I was NEVER SLEEPING WITH HIM. I can absolutely, honestly without a doubt say you are the only guy I have ever slept with IN the City. That is the point. Do you really trust me so little that you think I would cheat on you? Seriously?

Re: [Voice]

[identity profile] whattingawhat.livejournal.com 2010-08-18 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Wow.

You know what? Really, I think you're right. This is over but it has nothing to do with Tarrant. It's got everything to do with you.

[Voice]

[identity profile] a-bad-guy.livejournal.com 2010-08-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, it's all me. Whatever you say, darlin'.