[ Try new things was Buffy's less than original motto while being in this place. She'd spent years complaining about never getting the chance while being the Slayer, so here she was making the most of freedom. Well, retirement. Freedom was still a shifting concept in this place.
She'd managed to use the motto to see her through the energy festival, asking those very nice bar tenders for that liquid gold encouragement while simultaneously trying to pick their brains over how to mix certain cocktails. She'd also escaped death by overly comfy tent couch, but now she needed to see it all through to the end. That's what the gold testing was about, right?
For better or worse the test really had only been an hour long, but Buffy couldn't deny she was still more than a little flushed by the time she walked out of METAMalt's doors. It was beginning to feel like that drink she'd had at the festival, only stronger. Her skin prickled with an energy she that badly wanted to work off.
Despite the fact that it was her night off from bar tending, and she was planning on at least picking up the orange juice for the mimosas she was bringing to her brunch with Robbie the next day, Buffy headed to The Deviant regardless. Well, after she'd changed into her red leather pants and best form fitting top. The Deviant reminded her of The Bronze in a lot of ways, and what better way to try and work through this hot flush than in a room full of seriously hot and sweaty bodies? ]
( ooc: if you don't want to dance with her at the deviant, more than happy to have you run into her somewhere else in town. remember there's a twenty-four hour block she's running on the gold stuff. hit me up at kindofabigdeal if there's anything you want to work out. )
gold lion gonna tell me where the light is (ota)
She'd managed to use the motto to see her through the energy festival, asking those very nice bar tenders for that liquid gold encouragement while simultaneously trying to pick their brains over how to mix certain cocktails. She'd also escaped death by overly comfy tent couch, but now she needed to see it all through to the end. That's what the gold testing was about, right?
For better or worse the test really had only been an hour long, but Buffy couldn't deny she was still more than a little flushed by the time she walked out of METAMalt's doors. It was beginning to feel like that drink she'd had at the festival, only stronger. Her skin prickled with an energy she that badly wanted to work off.
Despite the fact that it was her night off from bar tending, and she was planning on at least picking up the orange juice for the mimosas she was bringing to her brunch with Robbie the next day, Buffy headed to The Deviant regardless. Well, after she'd changed into her red leather pants and best form fitting top. The Deviant reminded her of The Bronze in a lot of ways, and what better way to try and work through this hot flush than in a room full of seriously hot and sweaty bodies? ]
( ooc: if you don't want to dance with her at the deviant, more than happy to have you run into her somewhere else in town. remember there's a twenty-four hour block she's running on the gold stuff. hit me up at