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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"So let's see... we'll start with seein' you again. That's easy, right? In theory?" Danny asked.

"Hey, my schedule is wide open. I'm the easy girl-" she stopped abruptly and stumbled over her words a moment. "Let me just take my new shoe out of my mouth. I meant...yeah...I'd like that."

"Well you had to break 'em in eventually." Danny answered around a small, crooked grin. "So if I give you my number... and you give me yours, I can call you after hours?" His fingertips almost unconsciously traced down the exposed line of her back.

Buffy shivered slightly, arching just a little into the touch as a smile snaked across her face. "You could do that and I'll definitely give you mine."

Her mind was tripping along, five steps ahead of the whole thought process. After hours usually meant dark which meant she was sometimes on patrol. That wasn't a big deal she just left the phone on vibrate and only answered if it was a really boring fight she could talk though.

"If I don't answer, leave me a message and I'll call you right back. I like to take lots of baths and sometimes I have the music up loud and I don't hear the phone until it starts doing the vibrate you've got a message thing."

She was working on the fly here. Give her a break.

"Alright. I just work a lotta hours and... sometimes I get called in so my schedule's never really set. And you never have to drop everything you're doin' and pay attention to me, just... call me back when you can, yeah?" Danny asked.

Then he grinned. "And most of the hotels here in the City got those nice big jacuzzi tubs so I don't blame you soakin' in 'em."

"I plug the overflow drain up so that the bubbles go all the way to my neck and threaten to overtake me," Buffy smiled at him. "I don't mind and usually I answer the phone right in the middle of what I'm doing. So you're liable to get to talk to me in all sorts of weirdo, goofy situations. Shopping, ice skating, taking a baths, doing my toes, getting dressed. You know, whatever." Slaying a vampire FTW.

"I'm multi tasker girl. I can split my attention between cute guy and life."

"Cute guy? I'll take it." Danny cast her a crooked, boyish grin and started picking up their dancing again.

"Well I was talking about the barista in the Starbucks in my hotel but..." Buffy started, mischief twinkling in her eyes and pulling at the corners of her lips. After a quarter of a second she laughed and tilted her back slightly, exposing the line of her neck.

"I'm so kidding. Seriously, I meant you," she promised him as she danced staying close to him.

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