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whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-24 11:19 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-24 11:19 pm
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Have you heard [That I'm all about savin' your world]
f you find your world is cavin' in
You can bet your gonna need a friend
Someone to take those fears away
Say the word
Make a call and I'll be there
Anytime, anywhere
Have you heard
That I'm all about savin' your world
All you have to do is say the word
In response to this
Buffy was out half heartedly apartment shopping. She had a meeting with a realtor to look at an apartment on the Upper East Side just around the corner from Danny’s place. She’d taken one step inside and wanted to walk out. It was tiny and coffin like and she was pretty sure there were elevators bigger than that apartment. She’d stuck around and politely let the realtor show her around the postage stamp place. After she’d opened every window in the apartment and found that the one in the kitchen didn’t open. She’d only made it about twenty minutes before she had to flee, promising the realtor she’d call her.
She nearly dropped her frappachino when she saw the headline on the paper.
’Messer linked in Queens homicide case’
She did choke on it, coughing and sputtering as she grabbed up the newspaper. Her eyes skimmed the article and the picture on front made it clear that it obviously wasn’t Danny. She hadn’t met his family but she was willing to bet they were the Messers involved. Danny had to be freaking the hell out because she kinda was and it wasn’t even her Messer on the front paper.
“Hey Lady! This ain’t a library!” the paper clerk yelled at her. He shut up when she shot him a look that had been known to send vampires running. She scooped up all the papers with the headline that the clerk had, paid for them with her credit card. She clutched them against her chest and left her frappachino with the clerk. She fished her cell phone out of her pocket and started to the next paper stand.
“Hey, Boyfriend. It’s me. How can I help?”
You can bet your gonna need a friend
Someone to take those fears away
Say the word
Make a call and I'll be there
Anytime, anywhere
Have you heard
That I'm all about savin' your world
All you have to do is say the word
In response to this
Buffy was out half heartedly apartment shopping. She had a meeting with a realtor to look at an apartment on the Upper East Side just around the corner from Danny’s place. She’d taken one step inside and wanted to walk out. It was tiny and coffin like and she was pretty sure there were elevators bigger than that apartment. She’d stuck around and politely let the realtor show her around the postage stamp place. After she’d opened every window in the apartment and found that the one in the kitchen didn’t open. She’d only made it about twenty minutes before she had to flee, promising the realtor she’d call her.
She nearly dropped her frappachino when she saw the headline on the paper.
She did choke on it, coughing and sputtering as she grabbed up the newspaper. Her eyes skimmed the article and the picture on front made it clear that it obviously wasn’t Danny. She hadn’t met his family but she was willing to bet they were the Messers involved. Danny had to be freaking the hell out because she kinda was and it wasn’t even her Messer on the front paper.
“Hey Lady! This ain’t a library!” the paper clerk yelled at her. He shut up when she shot him a look that had been known to send vampires running. She scooped up all the papers with the headline that the clerk had, paid for them with her credit card. She clutched them against her chest and left her frappachino with the clerk. She fished her cell phone out of her pocket and started to the next paper stand.
“Hey, Boyfriend. It’s me. How can I help?”
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"Ooo but think of the possibilities. If you don't, I bet you look hot in a pinstripe suit and fedora. I'll wear one of those short flapper dresses, red lipstick and call you 'Godfather'. It'll be an exciting new phase of our lives," she quipped, obviously joking as she dumped another load of papers into a dumpster. "Don't worry, Britney will flash her underwear at the press or have a breakdown. She's long over due and if we're lucky, she'll do it while visiting New York."