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

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Lucrative business woman that you are, I'll give my information. Although, I suggest you spice up the free samples. People with no imagination may not be up on the whole deal. Just saying.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I'll work on my showmanship. Lucky me you seem to have plenty of it.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

In passing. Not enough to support myself. That's why I got a day job to fall back on.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Wow talk about being lied to in school. Here I thought voyeurism was a lucrative career path.