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]

Woah. ...What'd he do?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Seriously? You live with the guy and you have to ask?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Well, there's so many possibilities. He didn't call you or something. Or-- like. Called you 'toots'. Eliot would totally say toots.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

What? Toots? Really? No--my name is Buffy. I don't think Toots is going to--now Little Girl. That irritates me. A lot.

He didn't Little Girl me though. He's just...infuriating! He incites fury with his very presence. There is lots of fury, Hardison. Fury is being had.

Fury, fury, fury.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

He's an intense guy. As long as you're knocking punching bags off of their chains and not like, his head off his shoulders.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

No. No knocking his head off his shoulders. Even if I think he deserves it for being STUPID right now.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

You know he's probably going to try to dismember your friend, right? I mean-- you're kick ass and all but. Xander's cool. And you two are pretty heavily cursed.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I'll stop him before he gets to dismembering.

Cursed? What? You don't believe I can love him or you don't believe he can be a jealous jackass?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

Whoa, whoa, back up the blame train, girl. I'm just saying-- well, I mean. How long you known him?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Well...since we got handcuffed...not long after he got here. And then there was the clock we tried to kill and the sex after--it was quality time! You know they tell you with kids that it's the quality of the time not the quantity and I think that this applies here.

[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.