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whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-30 04:28 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-04-30 04:28 pm
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I'm not the carefulest of girls...
You're off to an important engagement, dressed to the nines, wouldn't you know it, something just had to go wrong. What was it? Flat-tire, broken wheel, horse threw a shoe, auto accident? How do you cope, what do you do, it's all up to you.
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She hummed as she walked, listening to the sounds of the city and the click of her heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing a pale green skirt that swirled around her knees and a white three quarter sleeve top with a deep vee in the back. She had a jade cross on a crystal beaded chain that she’d turned around backwards so that it skimmed the bare skin of her back to the middle of her back. She could have taken the subway and it would have been much faster but she was early the cute jade green heels she was wearing were actually comfortable and the subway was underground. Cue claustrophobia.
“Slayer…”
Buffy stopped still and cast a glare in the direction of the voice. There was a vampire hovering just in the deep shadows of the alley. She could see the gold of his eyes shining. She sighed and her shoulders dipped. “No. Absolutely not. I’ve got a date, my clothes are new and if I to kill you I’m going to be late.”
“Come on, Slayer. I heard you were here. Came all the way up from Canada. I’ll take you out on a date. Heard you go for the monsters anyway. Whole demon world is taking bets how long your human lasts.”
“Oh no you did not,” Buffy spat the words. She lifted one foot and unbuckled the relatively delicate heel there. She did the same with the other and set her shoes and her handbag off to the side. She got a stake out of her handbag and curled her fingers around the smooth wood. “You know there are certain things you don’t mention. A girl’s relationship history and her current boyfriend are two of them. You just did both in one breathe. Also, did I mention date? It’s rude.”
Apparently someone had told him she liked to exposition because he didn’t give her anymore chances. He wasn’t stupid though, he attacked, lunging at her and dancing back. He was old enough to know better and good enough to get some strikes in. He had a fast jab and she could taste the metallic ring of blood behind her teeth. She hoped he’d busted the inside of her lip but that bubble burst when she felt it collecting at the corner of her mouth. Her tongue snaked out to lick at it and at the same time she swung her leg up in a roundhouse kick, her bare heel catching him under the chin. It had enough force to push him back several feet but he was agile and stayed on his feet. He faked to the left, grabbing a handful of her hair with the right hand and pulling her up on the tip of her toes, his face close enough to her that the smell of death, dirt and blood made her stomach roil. Her scalp burned as he held her up by her hair.
“I came all the way for a little girl with a mediocre left hook and a mouth she can’t keep shut.” Spittle spattered her face and she swallowed bile back. Throwing up on the vampires was never a good thing. It got a slayer the sort of reputation she didn’t want to have.
“I swear to God if I have a bald spot I am going to have Will resurrect you and stake your ass again,” Buffy growled. “And by the way…” One big right hook up into his jaw. The shock made him let go and Buffy just barely caught herself at the sudden release. “I’m not left handed.”
He recovered quicker than she would have given her credit for and she would have gotten out of his way but the pretty netting under her swirly skirt caught on the dumpster and she heard a rip that made her heart hurt. It was all over after that because seriously, he’d ruined her night and her clothes. There was a side kick, kidney punch and a solid foot in his chest that sent him to the ground before the vamp was done. She shoved the stake in his heart, pulled it out before it dusted and tucked it in her bag. She put her shoes back on, grabbed her bag and found the nearest subway entrance.
Buffy finally showed up at the restaurant fifteen minutes late. Danny was outside smoking a cigarette and pacing but the cigarette fell from his fingers and his eyes widened at the sight of her. That was when she realized it must look worse than she thought it did. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass and groaned. Her hair was all askew, there was still blood on her lip and dirt across her cheek. The ivory blouse was streaked with dirt and her skirt was ripped, the torn fabric hanging listlessly to one side.
“What happened? You okay?” Danny asked as his thumb grazed over the blood at the corner of her mouth.
The pout that settled on her face was genuine as were the big ‘my life sucks hardcore’ eyes that she gave him. “There was a fight…with the subway door and my skirt. It wanted to hang on. I wanted it to let go and then it started moving and it sorta dragged me down with it before my skirt made the ultimate sacrifice and ripped. I think I scraped my knee. Can I have a band aid?”
Danny chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Come on. Let’s get you home and cleaned up. I’ll get you a band aid, we’ll order in and watch movies on the couch.”
“Stupid subway. Ruining the whole night,” she was still pouting mostly because it made lying easier.
Danny’s arm went around her shoulders and he kissed the top of her head. “Nothin’ ruined, Babe. Just got different plans now.”
stillacrime used and abused with prior permission click-click click-click click-click
She hummed as she walked, listening to the sounds of the city and the click of her heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing a pale green skirt that swirled around her knees and a white three quarter sleeve top with a deep vee in the back. She had a jade cross on a crystal beaded chain that she’d turned around backwards so that it skimmed the bare skin of her back to the middle of her back. She could have taken the subway and it would have been much faster but she was early the cute jade green heels she was wearing were actually comfortable and the subway was underground. Cue claustrophobia.
“Slayer…”
Buffy stopped still and cast a glare in the direction of the voice. There was a vampire hovering just in the deep shadows of the alley. She could see the gold of his eyes shining. She sighed and her shoulders dipped. “No. Absolutely not. I’ve got a date, my clothes are new and if I to kill you I’m going to be late.”
“Come on, Slayer. I heard you were here. Came all the way up from Canada. I’ll take you out on a date. Heard you go for the monsters anyway. Whole demon world is taking bets how long your human lasts.”
“Oh no you did not,” Buffy spat the words. She lifted one foot and unbuckled the relatively delicate heel there. She did the same with the other and set her shoes and her handbag off to the side. She got a stake out of her handbag and curled her fingers around the smooth wood. “You know there are certain things you don’t mention. A girl’s relationship history and her current boyfriend are two of them. You just did both in one breathe. Also, did I mention date? It’s rude.”
Apparently someone had told him she liked to exposition because he didn’t give her anymore chances. He wasn’t stupid though, he attacked, lunging at her and dancing back. He was old enough to know better and good enough to get some strikes in. He had a fast jab and she could taste the metallic ring of blood behind her teeth. She hoped he’d busted the inside of her lip but that bubble burst when she felt it collecting at the corner of her mouth. Her tongue snaked out to lick at it and at the same time she swung her leg up in a roundhouse kick, her bare heel catching him under the chin. It had enough force to push him back several feet but he was agile and stayed on his feet. He faked to the left, grabbing a handful of her hair with the right hand and pulling her up on the tip of her toes, his face close enough to her that the smell of death, dirt and blood made her stomach roil. Her scalp burned as he held her up by her hair.
“I came all the way for a little girl with a mediocre left hook and a mouth she can’t keep shut.” Spittle spattered her face and she swallowed bile back. Throwing up on the vampires was never a good thing. It got a slayer the sort of reputation she didn’t want to have.
“I swear to God if I have a bald spot I am going to have Will resurrect you and stake your ass again,” Buffy growled. “And by the way…” One big right hook up into his jaw. The shock made him let go and Buffy just barely caught herself at the sudden release. “I’m not left handed.”
He recovered quicker than she would have given her credit for and she would have gotten out of his way but the pretty netting under her swirly skirt caught on the dumpster and she heard a rip that made her heart hurt. It was all over after that because seriously, he’d ruined her night and her clothes. There was a side kick, kidney punch and a solid foot in his chest that sent him to the ground before the vamp was done. She shoved the stake in his heart, pulled it out before it dusted and tucked it in her bag. She put her shoes back on, grabbed her bag and found the nearest subway entrance.
Buffy finally showed up at the restaurant fifteen minutes late. Danny was outside smoking a cigarette and pacing but the cigarette fell from his fingers and his eyes widened at the sight of her. That was when she realized it must look worse than she thought it did. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass and groaned. Her hair was all askew, there was still blood on her lip and dirt across her cheek. The ivory blouse was streaked with dirt and her skirt was ripped, the torn fabric hanging listlessly to one side.
“What happened? You okay?” Danny asked as his thumb grazed over the blood at the corner of her mouth.
The pout that settled on her face was genuine as were the big ‘my life sucks hardcore’ eyes that she gave him. “There was a fight…with the subway door and my skirt. It wanted to hang on. I wanted it to let go and then it started moving and it sorta dragged me down with it before my skirt made the ultimate sacrifice and ripped. I think I scraped my knee. Can I have a band aid?”
Danny chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Come on. Let’s get you home and cleaned up. I’ll get you a band aid, we’ll order in and watch movies on the couch.”
“Stupid subway. Ruining the whole night,” she was still pouting mostly because it made lying easier.
Danny’s arm went around her shoulders and he kissed the top of her head. “Nothin’ ruined, Babe. Just got different plans now.”