cuddlecity | (open) i'm the demon alcohol, let's party

CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers & YOU!
LOCATIONS: The Deviant
WARNINGS: None yet
SUMMARY: Buffy has begun her new job under Faith's employ (so many jokes to be had), so let her fail to mix your drink and listen to your woes. She really will listen and not just talk at you, promise.

[ Was it ironic? Buffy was still mulling that one over even as she turned up for a night of work in Faith's club. Faith was the boss. Faith was giving her orders. Faith was somehow older and wiser and Buffy was the junior here. The world had turned upside down and inside out, and Buffy had come through a rabbit hole where she was still alive and Faith was now in charge of her paycheck.

But hey, no Hellmouth. No graveyards. No patrolling. No having to pull double duty as Buffy and the Slayer. She could just be Buffy. And right now that meant that Buffy was behind the bar, giving herself a crash course in serving things other than beer and whiskey. The shots were easy. She could wrap her head around the shots. Especially when patrons were already too drunk to notice that she might have poured them the wrong spirit.

Cocktails were presenting an entirely different set of problems though. And this was not something she could fight her way out of, or use Mr. Pointy on. She stopped long enough to pull her hair back into a ponytail and wiped up her latest spill before going back to the cards she had stashed behind the bar to read through for a third time how to make a Cosmo.

Somehow she pictured all the alcohol she was using up as coming out of her CuddleBucks when Faith discovered she was testing out drinks in between serving the paying customers. ]

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I think you could say that about any store that sells anything. Except for maybe electronics. As vital as a phone is these days, everything else is a luxury. But food, clothes, all that stuff? Total daylight robbery with the prices they ask.

[ Okay, not entirely his point, but Buffy gets a little fired up since what little money she has does inevitably get spent on clothes especially. She has a problem. ]

Ah, the taught by an Englishman in tweed kind of training? Giles was the best. I miss him. [ Her expression turned a little sad as she thought about her former watcher and mentor. She really did hope everyone in Sunnydale was okay. ] I don't like guns. I never got taught to use one. They are definitely all yours, quick draw.

[ She can't help but laugh a little at the expression. First she stunned him with her name, now this. She's definitely not about to hit him with the whole vampires and demons are real where I come from speech. Her grip, however, is a little stronger than expected for someone of her stature. There's a strength to Buffy that her petite frame really doesn't give away.]

Sure, if there's equipment here. I mean, given their city rules I don't really know how readily that stuff is available. Why - you wanna learn, V?

Maybe that's why I was a bandit, hmm? I felt like I didn't want to pay for food and clothes, the other stuff.

[Or he'd shot a man and couldn't show his face without having to worry about them arresting him and hanging him, but those are little details that Vasquez doesn't need to talk about with a new person, especially not the first time they met. He has no idea where Englishmen come into this, but he's come from seeing men train others, so he has an idea maybe what she means]

I could show you how to use a gun. Or a lasso.

[The learning how to use a sword and knives? He's been thinking about that since he saw the damage that Billy could manage with them and now that he has a chance, why turn it down?]

What will you charge me if I ask you to teach?

Oh, so now the truth comes out. You were a bandit. No wonder you got that whole mysterious thing working for you.

[ Buffy laughed a little, not really judging him for what he had been. Or even was. He had come from a much different time, and honestly, she had met some much worse men that did wicked things for the "greater good". ]

You know how to use a lasso? That's actually pretty cool. I wouldn't mind learning that. Guns... I'm still not sure about, but hey, I'm also now in the frame of mind of wanting to try new things, so.

[ Buffy pulled her mouth to the side and tried to come up with some kind of figure for the lessons. Finally she just gave a shake of her head, and held up a hand. ]

Let's just agree to an exchange of skills to start with. Maybe a coffee. If you still think I'm a decent enough teacher after that, then we'll figure it out. Deal?

I'm mysterious, am I?

[He doesn't think that's such a bad thing, because dangerous could also be a word that gets thrown around and he'd much rather be mysterious than dangerous. Not that he is to anyone here. He's only dangerous if someone deserves it and even though there are people here who have personalities he's not too fond of, they don't deserve a bullet.]

I do know how to use the lasso, very well. Guns are good for situations where other people have guns. You can't throw a sword at them. Well, most people can't.

[Billy Rocks? Now, he can do whatever he likes.]

So I buy you coffee, you teach me how to stab things? Is that it?

[ Buffy held her finger and thumb close together to indicate that, yeah, maybe he was a little bit mysterious. ]

I think so. You held onto your name for a while. You said you were a bandit. I mean, I get it. I'm the worst when it comes to telling people too much too soon. It's better to be like you. Leave 'em guessing for a while.

[ Maybe she's just too used to vamps and other nasties to really see him as dangerous to her. No doubt he'd be dangerous to someone else. She wasn't going to think about the precedent she'd set herself years ago for tall, dark, mysterious and dangerous. ]

Okay, then lasso it is. I'll work up to the gun. Mostly I hope I never find myself to be in the position of having to fight a gun with a gun. I was about to say "call me old fashioned" but look who I'm talking to... There's just something about a knife or a sword.

[ Buffy gave a nod. ]

Mmhmm, that's it, V. So we got a deal or do I need to spit on my hand?

People tell me that it's safe here, but you never know. No one's come looking for me, but maybe that changes. Better to be safe than sorry, si?

[After all, the last thing he needs is to be shot just because he trusted people that he barely knows. Easier to keep his guard up, just in case things go bad.]

We have a deal, but we should still shake hands. No spit needed.

[He may be old-fashioned and a cowboy, but he's not disgusting, after all. Shifting, he extends his hand to her, smiling pleasantly as he awaits for her to shake it and seal the deal, feeling pretty pleased about the whole thing.]

Si. Don't worry, I went through the same thing when I got here. Making sure there wasn't any danger lurking in dark corners. Somehow I think they're actually telling the truth. But it's an adjustment, right?

[ But she gets it. Of course she does. She spent days waiting to see if there was going to be a surge of vampires or demons or just general Big Bads.

Buffy took his hand and shook it for the second time that night, but there was something more meaningful behind this one and not just a token gesture. ]

Okay, good. Not that there's probably anything wrong with your spit but I'm totally fine being spit free. I look forward to our lessons, Vasquez.

You have no idea how much of an adjustment.

[He'd just gone through one joining up with Sam's crew, seeing as that meant no more sleeping around corpses, eating regular meals, and more like that. That had been one adjustment, now he's trying to deal with another one that is crazier than before.]

Let's try not to shoot or stab each other, then I think we can definitely have some very good lessons.

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