51st Slay [Accidental Video | Action]

[whattingawhat]

[picks up somewhere in the middle of thisThe device clicks on as it hits the floor just in time to catch sight of Buffy shoving Faith up against the stair railing hard enough to crack wood and rain plaster dust from the ceiling down. There's another shutter and cracking of wood as Buffy slams her body into Faith's, mouths colliding. It's a very violent, through kiss with a good deal of biting and hair pulling. The kiss breaks when the wooden railing finally shatters, sending both slayers tumbling to the floor a few feet below. Buffy lays there stunned for a moment before she rolls to her feet.]

I hate this place. [And she's fleeing the warehouse, snagging a stake on the way out going to kill things and work off built up frustration. Or so she thinks.]

[ooc: Come kiss Buffy! Killing things are for girls that aren't cursed.]

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[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[See this is why they need to wait to make decisions when they're not cursed. Neither of them have a damn clue how they feel about each other when they aren't cursed.]

I could do both. The coffee and the OJ. [It's pretty clear by the smile on her face that his answer was the right now.] They make really good bottled stuff now.

[Then she pauses, biting her bottom lip.] You could come over a little after midnight if you wanted but if that's pushing it I totally get that and we can wait for a whole other uncursed day to have a date...thing.

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

Date thing, huh? [ Right now he's thinking that some curse days are pretty fucking awesome. ]

After midnight sounds great.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Something like that. We can go out or stay in or order food. I don't know. I'm sort of plan-less right now. [Shhh the important part here is that it's not during a curse.]

Okay, I'll meet you here then.

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

[ Because she's all planless-ish, he decides to get them some Chinese takeout before dropping by. He checks his watch and notices that it's half an hour past midnight. Not too surprisingly, he still wants to go see Buffy and well, nothing has changed. No trolls, goblins or any other monsters have suddenly appeared in the streets and no statues have come alive. The City seems quiet.

He finishes his cigarette and walks towards the entrance of Buffy's place. He runs a hand through his hair, but only manages to mess it up further. He seriously needs a haircut. But whatever. Pyro knocks once, twice and waits. ]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Buffy's had time to make it back to the warehouse, take a quick shower and get dressed. Her hair is probably still a bit damp and she doesn't have on a lot of make up. She answers the door a bit sheepishly, well aware and fairly ashamed of the fact that she's been out forcefully molesting half the City. Now she's just...her. She steps back, pulling the door with her.]

Come on in. And oooh you brought food. Definitely come on in.

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

I also brought you Chapstick. [ Ha! He's just kidding. Grinning, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. ]

The City seems a little quiet tonight. But I'm thinking it's the calm before the storm. [ He drops the Chinese takeout on the coffee table and takes his jacket off. Yeah. Someone should probably knock on wood or something and hope that nothing awful happens within the next few hours. ]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Hardee har har. Did you bring your massage hands 'cause I'm pretty sure Faith broke a couple of my ribs. [No really. She's probably got bruises all over her body and a wrecked bottom lip. Faith bites. It's not often she gets slammed around a room by someone or something that's as strong as she is. Despite all of this, she's only moving a bit stiffly. Fight through the pain is the slayer motto but a cold will turn her into a mass of whiny jello. Being beat up is a Tuesday. Getting sick is a catastrophic event. She closes the door behind him and follows him across the room.]

I'm pretty sure the City is always either in the calm before the storm or the storm. There's not a lot of in between. Also you totally just jinxed us. We'll never have a curse free date.

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

Let me have a good look at you. [ He moves to stand in front of her and scrutinises the little injuries. ] Man, you girls play rough. Should I do the appropriate thing and get pissed at Faith for this? [ By that he means, pretend to be. ]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Clearly you haven't seen Faith yet. [Yes, she's a little smug. She thinks the other guy is worse off.] It's sweet of you to ask though. [Shhhh sweet earns you Buffy points. She likes being treated like a girl as long as there's acknowledgement that she's a girl who can kick your ass. Pyro generally manages to strike a nice balance.] Right now, I'm starving. Do you want something to drink with dinner? [Because she's going to snag a glass of milk from the fridge which has a sort of Faith shaped kind of dent in it. Oops.]

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

Won't say no to a beer. [ He'll get the takeaway boxes out of the bags and do that whole arrange it here and there thing. There's two fortune cookies in the bag and he can't decide on whether to throw it in the trash or what. In the end, he upends the bag and lets the two cookies chill on the couch. Maybe Buffy will sit on them. Ha ha. ]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[She fishes in the fridge and comes up with a bottle of beer and a soda. Both get carried into the living room and set on the coffee table before she sits down. On the fortune cookies. Puzzled look then she reaches underneath her and smirks at Pyro.]

You're still totally eating butt cookies.

[pyromatique.livejournal.com]

[ Pyro chuckles. ] Can't I just get my fortune read instead?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I'll eat the cookie and read your fortune. Fair deal?

[She's going to grab one of the boxes and start digging in with chopsticks.] Mmmmm best idea.