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.]

Comments

[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.