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

31/3/08 15:26
whattingawhat: (pretty sexy)
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.
  • Mood good
  • Location New York City
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And if I try to save him [My whole world could cave in]

20/3/08 17:34
whattingawhat: (BA going to be gone)
for [livejournal.com profile] writers_muses Prompt set #28.4

The minute you walked through the door, I could tell you were....what? Describe your very first meeting with your significant other, or most recent ex if that may be the case.

So really it’s not about my most recent ex. My most recent ex was a tool. (Nifty word huh? One of the mini-me’s taught me it) This is about The Guy. Capital T. Capital G because really that’s what everyone wants to hear about isn’t it? I could tell you about tool-boy but he’s not that interesting which is why I’m skipping to TG. I think that’s what I’ll call him TG.

He was stalking. It’s sort of what he does. It bothered me at first but it’s one of those things that you get used to. After a while it felt safe knowing that he was watching my back and if I needed him, the shadows would cough him up. Like Phelgm but you know, sexy not gross. He was stalking and I hadn’t gotten to the safe stage yet. I was still at the creeping me the hell out stage so I ducked down an alley, found some higher ground and a place to hide in plain sight. Really, he should have seen me there. Must have been distracted by the stalking. Anyway, I swing down, kick his ass and the rest is history.

I hated him at first sight. In that way that a sixteen year old girl likes a guy who’s too cute, too suave, too old and too everything-she-thinks-she-can-never-have. Underneath all that hate there was curiosity. He was different, and no laughing. We’re talking first impressions here. He was a little fanatic but you really can’t blame him once you get to know him.

The one thing I knew from the first moment I saw him that still holds true:

It was never gonna work out between the two of us. No matter how much either one of us wants it to.
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Prompt 25 1D What are you? The sleep police?

2/3/08 11:28
whattingawhat: (tired)
"No. I don't sleep much."

“Hey Buffster,” Xander said as he plopped down on the couch next to her. He draped h is arm over the back of the couch and made a noise that sounded half like he was dying and half like he was doing something Buffy never wanted to contemplate Xander doing. Ever.

“Xan Man,” she responded, although it was without her usual enthusiam which, of course, Xander noticed. It would be so much easier if he were oblivious.

“Buff, Duchess of Buffdom, my keen senses tell me all is not well in the Kingdom of Buffadonia.”

Buffy couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at Xander’s rant. It was what was expected, required and also, it made her feel better. It was a little slice of normal in this lie gone so not normal.

“Nah…I’m fine,” she assured him. “I don’t sleep much. You know that and now it seems there’s always something to do besides sleep. I can’t skip class and copy off Willow’s notes anymore, y’know?”

“Yeah, who’d have thunk that we’d have less free time now than we did in high school? Isn’t that what’s being all grown up is about? Doing what you want? Making free time?” By the tone of Xander’s voice, Buffy was aware he was joking.

“They lie to us, Xan. It’s the only excuse, otherwise we’d all just flunk senior year over and over so we could stay in high school.”

She glanced up at Xander in time to see him giving her a ‘clearly you have gone off the deep end’ look. “Buff…think about what you’re saying.”

She laughed and leaned back against the couch. “You’re right, running and operating my own army of girls is infinitely easier than high school but I did get more sleep then.”
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