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18/4/08 10:58Hmmm this is awkward. Also layovers on the way home, don't suck quite as much.
18/4/08
Hmmm this is awkward. Also layovers on the way home, don't suck quite as much.
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The flight...yeah that had been impossibly long. Buffy had contemplated whether torture could make the pilot fly faster or maybe Will could do some magic hoodoo on the plane to make it move faster. Either way, taking too long. And there had been that creepy guy in the seat next to but she'd gotten moved to first class because she didn't play well with others. Whoever said being a problem child in life would get you no where clearly had not been a problem child confined to the small space of a plane in mid international flight. She half hoped the guy was okay and half hoped his pinky really was broken. Either way, she needed to let Giles know what she'd done. In case he sued. She didn't think he was going to sue. Right now, at this very moment Buffy was stuck behind someone's Scottish grandma with fifteen pieces of carry on luggage. The old woman was trying to maneuver herself, her bags and this giant shawl that looked like a shetland pony down the aisle. Buffy really wanted to pick the woman up, shetland pony and all, set her aside and get the hell out of this plane. Normally, planes did not make her claustophobic but at this moment, when Buffy wanted out, claustophobia was clawing at her throat and sending the freaking eagles in her stomach swooping all over the place. Buffy leaned forward slightly, putting on her best fake!cardboard Buffy smile ever and whispered through her teeth:
"Lady if you don't move I'm go to puke all over you."
Success! Only Buffy really wasn't making any friends this flight. The old woman looked at her alarmed, shuffled off to the side and Buffy shoved past her, taking care not to hit the woman with her carry on. See! She could be nice...ish...when she got her way. And then, the perils of being short came in. She was stuck in the middle of a moving mass all headed toward customs. Oh Customs. Her nightmare of nightmares. She hated customs and she was pretty sure customs hated her. It was not her fault that they didn't believe NYC was infested with rats that could only be killed by lethally sharpened stakes or wicked awesome scythes. Lucky this time, she didn't have the stakes or the scythe this time--okay one set of chopsticks possibly sharpened to lethal limits but really, you couldn't expect her to travel without anything! Hell hounds attacked her prom. Like they're going to avoid her international flight?--Anyway, she thought she looked perfectly acceptable and not terrorist-y in black capris, tee shirt --and oh...that could have been what gave creepy guy that idea-- and cute, black, kitten heeled slides that were doing nothing for letting her see over the masses of people. However, apparently the customs guy remembered her because they searched her, complete with pat-down--maybe the tee shirt was giving him ideas?--and carry on search.
Finally, finally and did she mention finally? customs gave her the all clear and she slipped through the security gates looking for Danny on the other side. It only took her 2.8 seconds to see but during those 2.8 seconds she was pretty sure he'd given up, gone home or gotten called away for work. She preferred the latter since the first meant she was stuck in New York on her own and that was just all kinds of sucktastic when she didn't know anyone here except Danny and via online chatting, Anna who was Danny's best friend and who exactly did she think was getting Anna in the divorce? Anyway--2.8 seconds and she saw him across the airport, which was obviously her clue to give him the once in a lifetime--who are we kidding, this is the start of many, get used to it bucko--chance to experience precisely what it was like to be full body tackled by 100 pounds of slayer. She had warned him ahead of time to brace himself.
stillacrime The flight...yeah that had been impossibly long. Buffy had contemplated whether torture could make the pilot fly faster or maybe Will could do some magic hoodoo on the plane to make it move faster. Either way, taking too long. And there had been that creepy guy in the seat next to but she'd gotten moved to first class because she didn't play well with others. Whoever said being a problem child in life would get you no where clearly had not been a problem child confined to the small space of a plane in mid international flight. She half hoped the guy was okay and half hoped his pinky really was broken. Either way, she needed to let Giles know what she'd done. In case he sued. She didn't think he was going to sue. Right now, at this very moment Buffy was stuck behind someone's Scottish grandma with fifteen pieces of carry on luggage. The old woman was trying to maneuver herself, her bags and this giant shawl that looked like a shetland pony down the aisle. Buffy really wanted to pick the woman up, shetland pony and all, set her aside and get the hell out of this plane. Normally, planes did not make her claustophobic but at this moment, when Buffy wanted out, claustophobia was clawing at her throat and sending the freaking eagles in her stomach swooping all over the place. Buffy leaned forward slightly, putting on her best fake!cardboard Buffy smile ever and whispered through her teeth:
"Lady if you don't move I'm go to puke all over you."
Success! Only Buffy really wasn't making any friends this flight. The old woman looked at her alarmed, shuffled off to the side and Buffy shoved past her, taking care not to hit the woman with her carry on. See! She could be nice...ish...when she got her way. And then, the perils of being short came in. She was stuck in the middle of a moving mass all headed toward customs. Oh Customs. Her nightmare of nightmares. She hated customs and she was pretty sure customs hated her. It was not her fault that they didn't believe NYC was infested with rats that could only be killed by lethally sharpened stakes or wicked awesome scythes. Lucky this time, she didn't have the stakes or the scythe this time--okay one set of chopsticks possibly sharpened to lethal limits but really, you couldn't expect her to travel without anything! Hell hounds attacked her prom. Like they're going to avoid her international flight?--Anyway, she thought she looked perfectly acceptable and not terrorist-y in black capris, tee shirt --and oh...that could have been what gave creepy guy that idea-- and cute, black, kitten heeled slides that were doing nothing for letting her see over the masses of people. However, apparently the customs guy remembered her because they searched her, complete with pat-down--maybe the tee shirt was giving him ideas?--and carry on search.
Finally, finally and did she mention finally? customs gave her the all clear and she slipped through the security gates looking for Danny on the other side. It only took her 2.8 seconds to see but during those 2.8 seconds she was pretty sure he'd given up, gone home or gotten called away for work. She preferred the latter since the first meant she was stuck in New York on her own and that was just all kinds of sucktastic when she didn't know anyone here except Danny and via online chatting, Anna who was Danny's best friend and who exactly did she think was getting Anna in the divorce? Anyway--2.8 seconds and she saw him across the airport, which was obviously her clue to give him the once in a lifetime--who are we kidding, this is the start of many, get used to it bucko--chance to experience precisely what it was like to be full body tackled by 100 pounds of slayer. She had warned him ahead of time to brace himself.
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couples_therapy Week ten prompts: The Dog HouseWhat sort of things do you say or do to get yourself out of the doghouse?
Ok, so Danny and I haven’t really been together long enough for there to have been a trip to the doghouse for either of us but seriously? I’m a girl…what do you think I’m gonna do to get myself out of the doghouse?
For those of you who are shortbus-y I’ll paint a picture. Let’s say I’m in the doghouse…for whatever reason. I made the living room purple and white instead of guy friendly or I recorded figure skating over some epic baseball game. Let’s take the second one because honestly, I think Danny would let me do whatever I wanted to his living room. The second one might earn me some doghouse time.
So, I recorded figure skating over Epic Baseball Game. Danny is pissed—I assume he gets pissed. I know he has a temper but I don’t think he’s going to be hitting me so the standard Buffy method of dealing is off the table and Dr.—or is it Drs?—Love I don’t even want to hear about abusive relationships and if you put me in counseling for it I’ll abusive you—anyway…I’m seriously abusing the little lines punctuation thing. What is that called?—so Danny is pissed because instead of Mickey Mantle he’s watching Sasha Cohen—she was the 2006 gold medalist, Rocky—Naturally he’s going to be pissed even though Sasha is pretty cute and she’s got an awesome triple lutz. So Danny is pissed and I’m in the doghouse—and you have no idea how much I want to do these little dashes some more but I’m trying ot stay on topic here. On topic is good—and I hate the doghouse. It’s lonely and cold and boring and pouty. So Danny is sitting out on the balcony smoking because that’s what he does when he’s upset or stressed or thinking too much or whatever. Not!Abusive Buffy puts on one of his long sleeved button downs and goes out to the balcony all pouty and hair messy and you get where I’m going with this. Pretty much anyway. So I sit down on his lap, facing him, my arms around his neck, lean in to kiss him say I’m sorry, tell him I really had no idea it was Epic Baseball Game, I thought they were just playing catch and promise him the best sex ever if he’ll forgive me.
And yes, Danny, we can pretend I’m in the doghouse if you want.
Somehow, the personal diary of another person has fallen into your hands. It can be an enemy, lover, sibling, parent, friend, object of desire, stranger…anyone. Would you read it? Write a fic about your discovery, dilemma and the results.
It wasn’t until mid fight that Buffy realized she’d left her diary out on the bed. She’d just tossed a vampire across the alley and into a brick wall when it hit her like…well a ton of bricks.
“Crap,” she muttered as she pulled the vampire up by the very seventies lapels of his shirt. “So opinion poll, you’ve got a new girlfriend that you don’t know much about and she leaves her diary out on your bed. What do you do?” The question was asked very diplomatically as Buffy slammed Seventies Vamp up against the wall and held him there.
He reached up to try and strangle her and she dodged out of the way, giving him a dirty look. “We’re trying to have a civil conversation here.”
“Civil? You’re dangling me a couple feet off the ground up against a wall,” the vampire informed her dryly.
“My bad but you can’t blame me if I don’t believe that you won’t try to kill me,” Buffy said as she ducked a punch and delivered a hard jab to his stomach. “Now opinion poll.” She might have stepped back to give the vamp a chance to recover. After all there was no use having an opinion poll if your polling audience was dust. “Girlfriend that you don’t know very well leaves her diary out on your bed. Do you read it?”
“Duh,” the vampire rolled his eyes and executed a leg sweep that Buffy easily hopped.
And for his answer, he received the heel of her hand full force to his nose, which resulted in a lot of blood and a broken nose.
“Bitch!” he yelled, grabbing at his nose.
“Hey. You’re the one who just said you’d read my diary,” Buffy told him as she backed off, circling around slowly.
“No. You said my girlfriend.” He was whining now, a little nasal-y and she really shouldn’t have broken his nose. They always got bitchy when she did that.
“And everyone knows that when you start asking about friends and hypotheticals you’re really just talking about yourself. This is standard psych 101 stuff.”
That was when he caught her with a left hook right across the jaw. It was hard enough to send her sprawling across the alley into a stack of wooden crates housing a couple of cat-sized rats. Buffy wrinkled her nose and sprang to her feet just as the vampire launched himself at her. She grabbed his wrist and slung him around hard, richoeting him into the wall.
“But see you’re a blood sucking, evil, soulless bastard and Danny’s a sweet guy so opinion poll says he’s not reading my diary.”
Really she should just end it but Buffy was just getting started. She graciously gave the vampire some time to get to his feet. It took him a while and it occurred to her maybe she was being too hard on him, particularly if she wanted to keep him alive for this little impromptu conversation.
“Slayer, I don’t know what the hell your issues are but do you really think this is the time to be working them out?”
Oops, she was pretty sure she’d broken one of his ribs because now he sounded all breathy and achey and she might have felt bad for him, except that she’d caught him stalking a very nice, pretty barista from the coffee shop around the corner.
“Buffy, it’s Buffy not Slayer and where else exactly do you expect me to work out my issues. What was your name again?” She took a couple of steps back, still on her guard and damn she’d dropped her stake somewhere.
“Domingo,” he responded as he stalked toward her, obviously looking for his opening. She let her left shoulder drop, ankle twisting a little and really it was totally believable considering she had on two inch heeled boots. The ankle twist and stumble was really a ploy to grab the shattered piece of wooden crate on the ground but Domingo took the bait like a fish and a giant worm…or something like that.
“Your parents must have really hated you,” Buffy quipped as she swept his legs , sending him sprawling on his back. “You know the conversation has been nice and the combat subpar but I need to be going now. I ordered Chinese when I saw you stalking and it should be done about now.”
Stake through the heart, dust in the alley and the Chinese place was just putting out her order. Really the timing was perfect. Buffy carried it back to Danny’s, let herself in with her key and put the Chinese on the coffee table.
“Honey, I’m home!”
She glanced at the bedroom as she passed, seeing the diary in the same place she’d left it and Danny was still out on the balcony. She walked out and sat down on the concrete behind him, legs on either side of his. She leaned in and kissed the back of his neck. “Best boyfriend ever. There’s Chinese on the table but I’m thinking I should take a shower first and you should come with me.”
It wasn’t until mid fight that Buffy realized she’d left her diary out on the bed. She’d just tossed a vampire across the alley and into a brick wall when it hit her like…well a ton of bricks.
“Crap,” she muttered as she pulled the vampire up by the very seventies lapels of his shirt. “So opinion poll, you’ve got a new girlfriend that you don’t know much about and she leaves her diary out on your bed. What do you do?” The question was asked very diplomatically as Buffy slammed Seventies Vamp up against the wall and held him there.
He reached up to try and strangle her and she dodged out of the way, giving him a dirty look. “We’re trying to have a civil conversation here.”
“Civil? You’re dangling me a couple feet off the ground up against a wall,” the vampire informed her dryly.
“My bad but you can’t blame me if I don’t believe that you won’t try to kill me,” Buffy said as she ducked a punch and delivered a hard jab to his stomach. “Now opinion poll.” She might have stepped back to give the vamp a chance to recover. After all there was no use having an opinion poll if your polling audience was dust. “Girlfriend that you don’t know very well leaves her diary out on your bed. Do you read it?”
“Duh,” the vampire rolled his eyes and executed a leg sweep that Buffy easily hopped.
And for his answer, he received the heel of her hand full force to his nose, which resulted in a lot of blood and a broken nose.
“Bitch!” he yelled, grabbing at his nose.
“Hey. You’re the one who just said you’d read my diary,” Buffy told him as she backed off, circling around slowly.
“No. You said my girlfriend.” He was whining now, a little nasal-y and she really shouldn’t have broken his nose. They always got bitchy when she did that.
“And everyone knows that when you start asking about friends and hypotheticals you’re really just talking about yourself. This is standard psych 101 stuff.”
That was when he caught her with a left hook right across the jaw. It was hard enough to send her sprawling across the alley into a stack of wooden crates housing a couple of cat-sized rats. Buffy wrinkled her nose and sprang to her feet just as the vampire launched himself at her. She grabbed his wrist and slung him around hard, richoeting him into the wall.
“But see you’re a blood sucking, evil, soulless bastard and Danny’s a sweet guy so opinion poll says he’s not reading my diary.”
Really she should just end it but Buffy was just getting started. She graciously gave the vampire some time to get to his feet. It took him a while and it occurred to her maybe she was being too hard on him, particularly if she wanted to keep him alive for this little impromptu conversation.
“Slayer, I don’t know what the hell your issues are but do you really think this is the time to be working them out?”
Oops, she was pretty sure she’d broken one of his ribs because now he sounded all breathy and achey and she might have felt bad for him, except that she’d caught him stalking a very nice, pretty barista from the coffee shop around the corner.
“Buffy, it’s Buffy not Slayer and where else exactly do you expect me to work out my issues. What was your name again?” She took a couple of steps back, still on her guard and damn she’d dropped her stake somewhere.
“Domingo,” he responded as he stalked toward her, obviously looking for his opening. She let her left shoulder drop, ankle twisting a little and really it was totally believable considering she had on two inch heeled boots. The ankle twist and stumble was really a ploy to grab the shattered piece of wooden crate on the ground but Domingo took the bait like a fish and a giant worm…or something like that.
“Your parents must have really hated you,” Buffy quipped as she swept his legs , sending him sprawling on his back. “You know the conversation has been nice and the combat subpar but I need to be going now. I ordered Chinese when I saw you stalking and it should be done about now.”
Stake through the heart, dust in the alley and the Chinese place was just putting out her order. Really the timing was perfect. Buffy carried it back to Danny’s, let herself in with her key and put the Chinese on the coffee table.
“Honey, I’m home!”
She glanced at the bedroom as she passed, seeing the diary in the same place she’d left it and Danny was still out on the balcony. She walked out and sat down on the concrete behind him, legs on either side of his. She leaned in and kissed the back of his neck. “Best boyfriend ever. There’s Chinese on the table but I’m thinking I should take a shower first and you should come with me.”
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