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Oh the bright side, we're having music appreciation day. I'm fousting 80's music on them all.
14/4/08
Oh the bright side, we're having music appreciation day. I'm fousting 80's music on them all.
"No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself."- Friedrich Nietzsche
“Eight hundred pounds! Seriously! I told you we could make money off this!”
The voice was coming from Andrew’s office. Andrew’s office that was supposed to be locked since he was out in the field (IE he was driving them all crazy so they’d sent him on a trip). It was way too late for anyone to be awake and obviously the people in the office knew that because they had all the lights off. Only the cool blue of a computer screen shone from underneath the door.
Buffy sighed and tucked her sweater closer around her. She opened the office door and arched an eyebrow at the two girls clustered around the computer screen. “If you girls are using Andrew’s credit card to buy shoes again you’re going to be running laps around the castle in those shoes,” she warned. It wasn’t really effective though because amusement trickled behind her words. Eva and Jackie (the girls in question) had used Andrew’s credit card ( he’d stupidly written the number down and left it in his desk) to buy a couple of thousand pounds worth of shoes a few months ago.
The wide-eyed, abject fear they looked at her with made it clear this was not about shoes. Buffy’s look hardened and she walked into the office, ducking around the desk before the girls could close out of whatever it was they were looking at.
Ebay…they were buying things on ebay…no. They were selling things on ebay. They were selling a—
“That is not my—you SOLD my flail! My initials are woodburned into the handle!”
“That’s why it brought so much money,” Eva mumbled.
“I told you that you could not sell my stuff on ebay!” Buffy shrieked at Eva. She could hear her voice reverberating through the room and she toned it down a little.
“No, you said I couldn’t sell your panties on ebay.”
Okay so technically, Eva was right but she had asked if she could sell her panties on ebay. She hadn’t said anything about her flail. Buffy was packing to move to New York and as most people do, she was quickly discovered that she a lot more stuff than she’d originally thought. In passing, she’d mentioned to the girls that if they wanted some of her things she was going to be giving some stuff away. Eva and Jackie had taken that to mean they could pillage through whatever they liked and sell it.
“What else have you sold?” Her tone was that even, cool one that implied there would be murder occurring within minutes.
Eva shifted in her chair and looked guiltily at Jackie. “Uhm…well…that leather jacket that you never wear anymore and your old throwing knives…some stakes that you carved your initials into that slow week we had.”
“We sort of already boxed up your yellow Jimmy Choos and sent them out,” Jackie blurted out before clamping her hand over her mouth. Eva shot her a dirty look.
“And people are buying this stuff?” Buffy asked, everything still catching up to her.
“Your shoes sold for over a thousand pounds. We’ll split it with you if you want,” Eva said quickly. She was a bright girl and she was quickly seeing an avenue to get out of this opening up.
“No!” Buffy said, horrified. “Who bought my shoes? For all I know they could be a vampire with a fetish!”
“Uhm…well…it…a…maybe a Fyrall demon.”
“You let a Fyrall demon buy my heels? He can’t even wear them!”
“Sorry?” Jackie squeaked, looking up at Buffy with big brown eyes. She even threw in a little bottom lip wibble action for good measure.
“Nope. I’m not Giles or Xander and you sold my shoes. Not to mention my flail. Andrew comes back tomorrow and you guys are his for the next month.”
“Buffy!!! He makes us watch the Star Wars trilogy followed by the Lord of the Rings trilogy and we’re supposed to draw parallels! And come up with fighting strategies to fight fictional characters!” Eva actually stomped her foot when she whined.
“At least Han Solo and Legolas are hot?” Buffy suggested. “Find some Lord of the Rings porn, make it Andrew’s background then shut down his computer and go to bed. I have to finish packing and if I find anything else missing…”
Eva and Jackie looked to each other then swallowed hard. “Uhm…well…you had this bra…”
“Oh God…”
“I didn’t sell the matching panties!” Eva protested.
“Murder is bad. Murder is bad. Murder is bad. Murder is bad,” Buffy repeated over and over as she walked out of the office and back to her room.
“Eight hundred pounds! Seriously! I told you we could make money off this!”
The voice was coming from Andrew’s office. Andrew’s office that was supposed to be locked since he was out in the field (IE he was driving them all crazy so they’d sent him on a trip). It was way too late for anyone to be awake and obviously the people in the office knew that because they had all the lights off. Only the cool blue of a computer screen shone from underneath the door.
Buffy sighed and tucked her sweater closer around her. She opened the office door and arched an eyebrow at the two girls clustered around the computer screen. “If you girls are using Andrew’s credit card to buy shoes again you’re going to be running laps around the castle in those shoes,” she warned. It wasn’t really effective though because amusement trickled behind her words. Eva and Jackie (the girls in question) had used Andrew’s credit card ( he’d stupidly written the number down and left it in his desk) to buy a couple of thousand pounds worth of shoes a few months ago.
The wide-eyed, abject fear they looked at her with made it clear this was not about shoes. Buffy’s look hardened and she walked into the office, ducking around the desk before the girls could close out of whatever it was they were looking at.
Ebay…they were buying things on ebay…no. They were selling things on ebay. They were selling a—
“That is not my—you SOLD my flail! My initials are woodburned into the handle!”
“That’s why it brought so much money,” Eva mumbled.
“I told you that you could not sell my stuff on ebay!” Buffy shrieked at Eva. She could hear her voice reverberating through the room and she toned it down a little.
“No, you said I couldn’t sell your panties on ebay.”
Okay so technically, Eva was right but she had asked if she could sell her panties on ebay. She hadn’t said anything about her flail. Buffy was packing to move to New York and as most people do, she was quickly discovered that she a lot more stuff than she’d originally thought. In passing, she’d mentioned to the girls that if they wanted some of her things she was going to be giving some stuff away. Eva and Jackie had taken that to mean they could pillage through whatever they liked and sell it.
“What else have you sold?” Her tone was that even, cool one that implied there would be murder occurring within minutes.
Eva shifted in her chair and looked guiltily at Jackie. “Uhm…well…that leather jacket that you never wear anymore and your old throwing knives…some stakes that you carved your initials into that slow week we had.”
“We sort of already boxed up your yellow Jimmy Choos and sent them out,” Jackie blurted out before clamping her hand over her mouth. Eva shot her a dirty look.
“And people are buying this stuff?” Buffy asked, everything still catching up to her.
“Your shoes sold for over a thousand pounds. We’ll split it with you if you want,” Eva said quickly. She was a bright girl and she was quickly seeing an avenue to get out of this opening up.
“No!” Buffy said, horrified. “Who bought my shoes? For all I know they could be a vampire with a fetish!”
“Uhm…well…it…a…maybe a Fyrall demon.”
“You let a Fyrall demon buy my heels? He can’t even wear them!”
“Sorry?” Jackie squeaked, looking up at Buffy with big brown eyes. She even threw in a little bottom lip wibble action for good measure.
“Nope. I’m not Giles or Xander and you sold my shoes. Not to mention my flail. Andrew comes back tomorrow and you guys are his for the next month.”
“Buffy!!! He makes us watch the Star Wars trilogy followed by the Lord of the Rings trilogy and we’re supposed to draw parallels! And come up with fighting strategies to fight fictional characters!” Eva actually stomped her foot when she whined.
“At least Han Solo and Legolas are hot?” Buffy suggested. “Find some Lord of the Rings porn, make it Andrew’s background then shut down his computer and go to bed. I have to finish packing and if I find anything else missing…”
Eva and Jackie looked to each other then swallowed hard. “Uhm…well…you had this bra…”
“Oh God…”
“I didn’t sell the matching panties!” Eva protested.
“Murder is bad. Murder is bad. Murder is bad. Murder is bad,” Buffy repeated over and over as she walked out of the office and back to her room.
Numbered questions thingy
14/4/08 23:39I was bored. This is something to do and it's kind of interesting and informative
EIGHT LASTS:
8. last show you watched: South Park. It’s awful. I know and I could blame the girls but…it cracks me up
7. last beverage: bottled water
6. last phone call: Danny
5. last text message: 5 boxes. 2 much?
4. last cd played: Fuel’s new one
3. last BUBBLE bath: Earlier while I was on the phone with Danny
2. last time you cried: I haven’t cried in a very long time. Years? I want to say Sunnydale.
1. last meal: Bangers and mash. It’s actually pretty good
( Lots more questions and numbers )
EIGHT LASTS:
8. last show you watched: South Park. It’s awful. I know and I could blame the girls but…it cracks me up
7. last beverage: bottled water
6. last phone call: Danny
5. last text message: 5 boxes. 2 much?
4. last cd played: Fuel’s new one
3. last BUBBLE bath: Earlier while I was on the phone with Danny
2. last time you cried: I haven’t cried in a very long time. Years? I want to say Sunnydale.
1. last meal: Bangers and mash. It’s actually pretty good
( Lots more questions and numbers )
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