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whattingawhat) wrote2008-09-27 01:40 am
whattingawhat) wrote2008-09-27 01:40 am
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Will I choose water over wine [And hold my own and drive]
[But lately I am beginning to find that // I should be the one behind the wheel.-Drive by Incubus]
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stillacrime and whattingawhat
The bar was loud, really seedy and apparently not entirely on the up and up regarding...well everything. Buffy was already giving off attitude about the whole thing but she was determined to have fun tonight. At least until Josh, the idiot teenage boy in question, came 'on stage'. She was wearing a pair of black leather pants and a red top that left her back bare. Her hair was all in curls, loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a pair of four inch high heeled sandals. She turned to Danny and smiled at him. He, of course was wearing his normal faded baggy jeans and a t-shirt.
"Are we going for shots tonight or beer?" Either way, slayer constitution would ensure that she stayed sober enough to scare the crap out of a seventeen year old boy.
Danny's gaze skirted the room. His hand rested at the small of her back over her skin. He loved it when she wore shirts that bared her back. "That depends, which one'll make you go easier on this kid and quit callin' the whole male sex brainless? I'm goin' for that one." He joked. Buffy smirked, looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.
"You're trying to tell me when you were seventeen, you weren't brainless? He got a fake ID to get in and he broke the one rule I have in my class. Got another adjective to describe him? Let's go for a shot of tequila and a beer but we'll stick to mostly beer." When they reached the bar, she reached up and took his chin in one hand and kissed him on the mouth.
"I don't think you're brainless, Baby. The rest of the male sex is up for discussion."
"Oh-hooo... alright." Danny answered, grinning and nodding his head as they waited for the busy bartender's attention. He stood behind her, his hands resting lightly at her hips. "I see how it is. Guess I'm lucky I'm above the fray at least." The tender nodded at them and Danny ordered two shots of tequila and two Coors lights.
Buffy took the tequila shot, sans lemon and salt, making a face as it burned it's way down. She never got over the way it tasted going down. Danny watched her amusedly and then did the same, letting it burn down his throat. She picked up the bottle of beer, twisting the neck between her fingers before she took a drink. She leaned on the bar and smiled at the tender.
"So when do the fights start?"
The bartender quirked an eyebrow at her, eyes traveling over her before he looked to Danny. "Few minutes. Gonna be in the backroom but it's closed off 'til we're ready to get 'em started." Giving the bartender a good glare, he tightened his hands on Buffy's hips.
"Thanks," Buffy said as she straightened up and draped an arm around Danny, leaning in to kiss his neck. It was her policy if she got checked out, they got an eyeful of just how with Danny she was. He tilted his head to bare that side of his neck and then reached to snatch his beer from the bar. One arm slipped around her waist and he began to guide them away.
"I got a hot girlfriend." He squeezed her waist.
Buffy grinned and nipped Danny's neck before straightening up to glance around the bar. She didn't see Josh but then he was probably somewhere getting ready for his fight. She was still trying to decide exactly how she was going to when she saw him. She was tempted just to let him fight and corner him afterward. She wove through the crowd, sticking close to Danny. There was quite a crowd for the fight tonight. A light went on in another part of the room and a rope was pulled aside indicating that they were letting people in. Danny walked with Buffy towards the attached room. It was darkly lit with a large cage in the middle. They made their way close enough but not right up next to the soon to be fighting arena.
Buffy stayed tucked into Danny, trying to keep a semi low profile. It occurred to her that maybe she shouldn't have worn leather pants and done her hair all bouncy but there were plenty of pretty women crammed in here. There was a DJ on a stage against one wall and an announcer up there as well. The DJ put on something with a heavy beat, turning it down just enough for the announcer to be heard. Once he'd announced the names of the first fighters, neither of them Josh, the music went up in volume. At least it was good music.
While Louie had told him about these things a lot of times, Danny had never been to one. The whole cage thing bothered him, but he tried to look at it as a regular boxing match. He sipped at his beer as he watched the two guys fight in the cage and people yelling all around them. He wasn't sure he could root like that for something like this. It felt too much like two animals fighting without any real rules. But for some people, this was their thing. And he wouldn't knock that. "One of these your kids?"
Buffy watched the fight, analyzing every move and critiquing it the way she critiqued kung fu movies. There were rules to the matches but not many. She didn't necessarily have a problem with this sort of entertainment. She just didn't understand it. Sure, a movie about cage matches was fine but real people participating in one sort of made her want to smack them in the back of the head and tell them to go find a hobby that didn't include wailing on or being wailed upon. She had to do it. These guys were just doing it for kicks and ego.
"Nope," she answered, looking up at Danny. "My boys would wipe the floor with both those guys. And if they didn't, I'd be really ashamed."
The music dipped in volume again and the announcer got up to declare the winner and announce the next round. The 'champion' was Josh Martin.
"That's my kid," she said as she straightened up, turning more of her attention to the ring. Danny watched too as the match started. The kid, Josh Martin was a pretty good fighter. He had moves that were beyond just wailing and throwing punches. He couldn't help the small amount of pride in his consistency against a fighter who was inconsistent.
He cast Buffy a sideways crooked grin. "Pretty good, Summers."
Buffy was practically beaming with pride. He was good and he was good because she'd made him that way. Then he knocked the other guy out with a complicated punch-kick move she'd taught them a few weeks ago and she grumbled. It looked super cool and was totally something you'd see in a movie.
"Now see, I specifically told them when I taught them that that I would smack them upside the head if I caught them using that anywhere except class. I only taught it to them because it looks cool and it's fun to learn and teach things that look cool."
The announcer declared Josh the winner by knock out and Buffy sighed. She took Danny's hand and wove through the crowd with him. Subconsciously she was doing the whole 'me slayer-predator, get out of the way' thing with her power, pushing it away from her so that it created this pocket, people shuffling out of the way so she could go through the crowd. They were a little slower to close the way behind them in case she needed to get out fast. It was some survival instinct left over from when men lived in the wild. Or something like that. Giles had explained it once. Buffy had zoned out after he'd informed her that yes she could use it to get through the mall faster at Christmas time.
"Now wait a minute. Looks like he did okay and he was the winner. Don't go spoil the kid's win." Danny pleaded the kid's case as he walked after Buffy hand in hand, even though he'd never met him before. He just felt for the kid. He looked all happy to have won and now he had disapproving Buffy coming after him. "How's about you just say good job and we'll talk in class on Monday? You get time to cool off. He gets the punishment of stewin' over how much trouble he's in all weekend. Boom. It works out."
Buffy paused to consider Danny's idea. He had a point. Josh did look happy to have won and he had done good. She pondered it, gnawing on her bottom lip. She sighed and looked up at Danny. "You don't think it's like letting him slide and encouraging him to do this again? And am I being all over-boardy on the whole thing? I've never taught fighting to boys."
IE: people not slayers.
"I think it's okay. Burst his bubble on Monday, Sunshine. Let him sit in the drivers seat 'til then." Danny offered. It was a compromise, he figured. Not letting the kid go but letting him have the victory. "Go tell him good job. I'll wait right here."
"Monday, I'll make sure he knows you saved his weekend," Buffy told him when she leaned up and kissed him then pushed through the crowd to tell Josh he'd done good. She was even nice about it, pulling the slayer thing back. Monday it would be in full force and she'd make him cry like a baby. Tonight he could be the tough guy.
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stillacrime and whattingawhat The bar was loud, really seedy and apparently not entirely on the up and up regarding...well everything. Buffy was already giving off attitude about the whole thing but she was determined to have fun tonight. At least until Josh, the idiot teenage boy in question, came 'on stage'. She was wearing a pair of black leather pants and a red top that left her back bare. Her hair was all in curls, loose around her shoulders and she was wearing a pair of four inch high heeled sandals. She turned to Danny and smiled at him. He, of course was wearing his normal faded baggy jeans and a t-shirt.
"Are we going for shots tonight or beer?" Either way, slayer constitution would ensure that she stayed sober enough to scare the crap out of a seventeen year old boy.
Danny's gaze skirted the room. His hand rested at the small of her back over her skin. He loved it when she wore shirts that bared her back. "That depends, which one'll make you go easier on this kid and quit callin' the whole male sex brainless? I'm goin' for that one." He joked. Buffy smirked, looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.
"You're trying to tell me when you were seventeen, you weren't brainless? He got a fake ID to get in and he broke the one rule I have in my class. Got another adjective to describe him? Let's go for a shot of tequila and a beer but we'll stick to mostly beer." When they reached the bar, she reached up and took his chin in one hand and kissed him on the mouth.
"I don't think you're brainless, Baby. The rest of the male sex is up for discussion."
"Oh-hooo... alright." Danny answered, grinning and nodding his head as they waited for the busy bartender's attention. He stood behind her, his hands resting lightly at her hips. "I see how it is. Guess I'm lucky I'm above the fray at least." The tender nodded at them and Danny ordered two shots of tequila and two Coors lights.
Buffy took the tequila shot, sans lemon and salt, making a face as it burned it's way down. She never got over the way it tasted going down. Danny watched her amusedly and then did the same, letting it burn down his throat. She picked up the bottle of beer, twisting the neck between her fingers before she took a drink. She leaned on the bar and smiled at the tender.
"So when do the fights start?"
The bartender quirked an eyebrow at her, eyes traveling over her before he looked to Danny. "Few minutes. Gonna be in the backroom but it's closed off 'til we're ready to get 'em started." Giving the bartender a good glare, he tightened his hands on Buffy's hips.
"Thanks," Buffy said as she straightened up and draped an arm around Danny, leaning in to kiss his neck. It was her policy if she got checked out, they got an eyeful of just how with Danny she was. He tilted his head to bare that side of his neck and then reached to snatch his beer from the bar. One arm slipped around her waist and he began to guide them away.
"I got a hot girlfriend." He squeezed her waist.
Buffy grinned and nipped Danny's neck before straightening up to glance around the bar. She didn't see Josh but then he was probably somewhere getting ready for his fight. She was still trying to decide exactly how she was going to when she saw him. She was tempted just to let him fight and corner him afterward. She wove through the crowd, sticking close to Danny. There was quite a crowd for the fight tonight. A light went on in another part of the room and a rope was pulled aside indicating that they were letting people in. Danny walked with Buffy towards the attached room. It was darkly lit with a large cage in the middle. They made their way close enough but not right up next to the soon to be fighting arena.
Buffy stayed tucked into Danny, trying to keep a semi low profile. It occurred to her that maybe she shouldn't have worn leather pants and done her hair all bouncy but there were plenty of pretty women crammed in here. There was a DJ on a stage against one wall and an announcer up there as well. The DJ put on something with a heavy beat, turning it down just enough for the announcer to be heard. Once he'd announced the names of the first fighters, neither of them Josh, the music went up in volume. At least it was good music.
While Louie had told him about these things a lot of times, Danny had never been to one. The whole cage thing bothered him, but he tried to look at it as a regular boxing match. He sipped at his beer as he watched the two guys fight in the cage and people yelling all around them. He wasn't sure he could root like that for something like this. It felt too much like two animals fighting without any real rules. But for some people, this was their thing. And he wouldn't knock that. "One of these your kids?"
Buffy watched the fight, analyzing every move and critiquing it the way she critiqued kung fu movies. There were rules to the matches but not many. She didn't necessarily have a problem with this sort of entertainment. She just didn't understand it. Sure, a movie about cage matches was fine but real people participating in one sort of made her want to smack them in the back of the head and tell them to go find a hobby that didn't include wailing on or being wailed upon. She had to do it. These guys were just doing it for kicks and ego.
"Nope," she answered, looking up at Danny. "My boys would wipe the floor with both those guys. And if they didn't, I'd be really ashamed."
The music dipped in volume again and the announcer got up to declare the winner and announce the next round. The 'champion' was Josh Martin.
"That's my kid," she said as she straightened up, turning more of her attention to the ring. Danny watched too as the match started. The kid, Josh Martin was a pretty good fighter. He had moves that were beyond just wailing and throwing punches. He couldn't help the small amount of pride in his consistency against a fighter who was inconsistent.
He cast Buffy a sideways crooked grin. "Pretty good, Summers."
Buffy was practically beaming with pride. He was good and he was good because she'd made him that way. Then he knocked the other guy out with a complicated punch-kick move she'd taught them a few weeks ago and she grumbled. It looked super cool and was totally something you'd see in a movie.
"Now see, I specifically told them when I taught them that that I would smack them upside the head if I caught them using that anywhere except class. I only taught it to them because it looks cool and it's fun to learn and teach things that look cool."
The announcer declared Josh the winner by knock out and Buffy sighed. She took Danny's hand and wove through the crowd with him. Subconsciously she was doing the whole 'me slayer-predator, get out of the way' thing with her power, pushing it away from her so that it created this pocket, people shuffling out of the way so she could go through the crowd. They were a little slower to close the way behind them in case she needed to get out fast. It was some survival instinct left over from when men lived in the wild. Or something like that. Giles had explained it once. Buffy had zoned out after he'd informed her that yes she could use it to get through the mall faster at Christmas time.
"Now wait a minute. Looks like he did okay and he was the winner. Don't go spoil the kid's win." Danny pleaded the kid's case as he walked after Buffy hand in hand, even though he'd never met him before. He just felt for the kid. He looked all happy to have won and now he had disapproving Buffy coming after him. "How's about you just say good job and we'll talk in class on Monday? You get time to cool off. He gets the punishment of stewin' over how much trouble he's in all weekend. Boom. It works out."
Buffy paused to consider Danny's idea. He had a point. Josh did look happy to have won and he had done good. She pondered it, gnawing on her bottom lip. She sighed and looked up at Danny. "You don't think it's like letting him slide and encouraging him to do this again? And am I being all over-boardy on the whole thing? I've never taught fighting to boys."
IE: people not slayers.
"I think it's okay. Burst his bubble on Monday, Sunshine. Let him sit in the drivers seat 'til then." Danny offered. It was a compromise, he figured. Not letting the kid go but letting him have the victory. "Go tell him good job. I'll wait right here."
"Monday, I'll make sure he knows you saved his weekend," Buffy told him when she leaned up and kissed him then pushed through the crowd to tell Josh he'd done good. She was even nice about it, pulling the slayer thing back. Monday it would be in full force and she'd make him cry like a baby. Tonight he could be the tough guy.