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cuddlecity2017-09-05 12:54 pm
gr8muppetyodin) wrote in cuddlecity2017-09-05 12:54 pm
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(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. ]
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 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?
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[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.]
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[ 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.
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[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.