I Love New York! [Rp for stillacrime for <lj site="livejournal.co

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Buffy was in New York. She'd been there for a couple of days. There was a thing with some vampires and a cult and it was a whole blood thing that had resulted in some dead girls. Maybe a dead boy. Buffy was unclear on the details. However, she was clear on the whole vampires go poof thing. She'd cleared out the nest/cult/temple whatever they wanted to call it and sent the rest of the cultists home...cultist...was that even a word? Maybe they were minons or worshippers...huh. Anyway, she was now having a drink in a bar. One of those fruity, pretty, umbrella-y drinks. The kind that hit with a punch and kept on hitting. She was celebrating the whole ash thing along with the whole hey no baby slayers running around. She thought they were celebration worthy things. She'd called in and let them know she was taking a vacation. A shopping vacation or maybe just a drinking and sleeping vacation. She wasn't quite clear yet. Thus far, it had sorta been both. She'd gone shopping earlier and snagged a totally cute, totally bar worthy little pink silky tank along with a pair dark 'skinny' jeans and some heels that would break the first time she tried to slay a vampire in them. She had her hair all bouncy and wavy around her shoulders.


Right now she sat at the bar, her back to the bartender, elbows on the bar as she watched the dance floor with a slight smile. Tomorrow she had an appointment at the spa. So far, her working vacation in New York City was turning out to be a lot of fun.

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"Well I'll get you to the subway and on your way safely if you need it by the end of the night." Danny assured her. "Tell me about yourself, Buffy. You got family. You live in California. Your last name is Summers. What have you done in New York so far?"

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Buffy giggled, almost snorting martini through her nose. The very idea that even drunk she needed protecting amused her but it was also nice. No guy had really tried to take care of her since Angel. "Thank you and I thought there were no gentlemen in New York City," she said. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear and thought about his questions for a moment. "Well I grew up in California. I'm working in Scotland right now at a girl's school. My mom died when I was twenty and dad has been absent since I was seventeen but I've got a sister named Dawn. She's twenty. I've got a Giles, which is like a father figure but stuffy and English and not related to me."

She took a sip of her drink and went over what she'd done. "Shopping, Empire State Building, Dracula on Broadway which was a hoot and a half and so far...that's about it. I have plans to do more. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. I've only been here for a few days."

She tilted her head at him realizing that she'd been doing all the talking. "Oh. My. God. I am so rude. I've just been rambling like an idiot. I don't know anything about you other than your name is Danny Messer and you sound like Rocky. Which is kinda a nice thing. My Mom used to say he can call me 'Yo Adrienne' anytime. Which I agreed with. Even if he's old now. Which this is not about me. What do you do, Danny?"

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