21st Slay [Video] Ain't gonna go to work no more.

[whattingawhat]

[There's a very up close shot of Buffy's face. It pulls out to show a punching bag that's been broken off it's chain. The target on the wall has a cluster of throwing knives at the bulls eye. The training dummy is more splinters than training dummy. Someone has been venting rage and pain. She's never killed a human before. She's killed vampires, demons, witches and things she can't name but never anyone entirely human. It's about the advantage she has over people--the whole using her power for good not evil thing.]

I quit.

[And she turns the camera off]

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[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Dive bar suits her mood right now so she slides onto the stool next to Faith and orders shots of tequila.]

Atmosphere-y

[It's a kind of atmosphere anyway.]

[commarogue]

[A nod back, and Faith takes notice of some of the sideways glances her fellow regulars are giving them. Buffy's the very opposite of what's usual in this place and part of what Faith was hoping for is going down. They're noticing.]

No girly drinks here.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Okay so she notices the stares. There's no way she couldn't. A glance at Faith]

So you order.

[commarogue]

[A hand motion, and the bartender's deposited two glasses he then fills with something colored blue, something that'll burn and itch a little. Faith clinks her own against Buffy's before downing it and placing the glass back on the bar.]

After awhile, the normal shit just doesn't do it. Not sure what it is, but trust me, it works.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[That gets an arched eyebrow from Buffy but she takes the shot and tosses it back, making that adorable scrunchy blah it burns it burns face after wards]

And apparently by it works you mean it melts you esophagus and stomach. I thought Spike's liquor tasted bad.