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

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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"I know exactly what you mean," Buffy nodded. She took a sip of her martini, her eyes catching on his hand running over his thigh. She realized she was sort of staring so she looked back up at him and smile, taking another big drink of her martini.

"So what's your favorite part of the job?"

"Seriously? My favorite part is provin' I can do it. Lotta people told me I couldn't, you know?" Danny explained. "Family hated that I did it. Was from the wrong side of the tracks so to speak so even my class at the Police Academy thought I wouldn't make it through. I like provin' that I don't gotta be what people expected me to be. Rise above and all that."

"Oooo, a rebel huh?" she teased, biting her bottom lip and pulling it through her teeth. "No I get that actually. There's this look of surprise people get when they realize they've got you pegged wrong. It's a good look to see on someone's face."

"Yeah. So's watchin' somebody lose on a bet they made against you. Those are fun too." He grinned crookedly. "Can't say I don't like that."

"Now see, I'm a horrible winner. I'd taunt them," Buffy grinned. She swirled the last of her martini then took the last swallow. She sat it on the bar and looked up at Danny. "What about you? Good winner or bad?"

"Good winner. I'm a closet bad winner." He confessed. "I'd go off and snicker in private... unless it's a perp and then I laugh in their face."

He slid his martini to her that he'd only taken a sip of and then indicated to the bartender that he wanted a second beer. "You like dancin'?"

"I can't blame you for laughing in their face. I would too," Buffy nodded. She pinched the stem of the martini glass with her fingers and looked up at him from under her lashes. He nodded and she picked the martini up and took a drink.

"I love dancing. It's one of those things I try to go do when things pile up."

"I like dancin' too. Maybe after this drink we should give it a go? Show all these wacks how it's done?" Danny asked, tilting his head slightly as he watched her closely.

A brilliant grin curved Buffy's lips and she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'd like that. A lot," she nodded.

"Your boyfriend's gonna get jealous. Comin' to New York alone and dancin' with a strange guy." Danny flirted a little, asking the 'are you with anyone' question without actually asking it.

Buffy ducked her head, smiling at Danny's flirtation. She looked back up at him and shook her head. "Trust me, he's not going to get jealous," she assured Danny, looking back up at him mischievously. "Mostly because there's not a boyfriend." She paused and thought about it for a moment. "There hasn't been in a long time. I've been doing the who is Buffy without a guy thing."

"Well I gotta say Buffy without a guy has my attention." Danny answered around a boyish grin.

Buffy's eyebrows arched up and after a beat she smiled, biting her bottom lip lightly before it became a full smile. "So I can check getting hit on by a cute guy in New York off my list," she joked.

"There's a list?" Danny asked with amusement and curiosity. "Glad I could help."

"Of course there's a list. Who doesn't go on vacation without a list of things to do?" Buffy joked. She finished her drink in one swallow and set the glass on the bar. She held out her hand.

"Now there was talk of dancing."

"That there was." Danny finished off most of his beer and stood up. He took a hold of Buffy's hand and moved out in front holding her hand at the small of his back as they walked to the dance floor.

He turned to face her and rested one hand lightly at her side as he began to move to the beat of the music.

Buffy's nose and eyes crinkled with a smile when Danny pushed forward in front of her to part the crowd and held her hand to the small of his back. Little things like that made her all girly. Buffy liked the girly, butterfly-y feeling. She was still smiling when he turned to face her, still holding one hand and resting the other at her side.

After a minute the smile faded to be replaced by something much more sublime. Buffy loved dancing. The natural almost inhuman grace she got from being a slayer combined with the coordination and rhythm made her a great dancer but even more than that, it made dancing like breathing. More than like breathing, it was like fighting without the violence. On a bad day, she'd admit that was what made the fighting better and the dancing secondary. One a good day, she'd argue that she liked dancing better. In any case, she was enjoying herself and Danny was a good dance partner.

About halfway through the song Buffy tilted her head back, a smile curving her lips and she moved closer, resting her forearm on his shoulder and raking her other hand through her hair.

"This is fun," she half yelled, moving close enough that he could hear her then pulling back just slightly. No use crowding the nice guy.

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