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[video] one drink

[Peter stands in the middle of the desert, a glass in one hand and a big bottle of vile-looking green liquid in the other. He looks around and blinks.]

Fuck. How much of this shit did I drink?

[He takes another glug. It's not like he can get more drunk, right?]

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Sting what? [She's young. Forgive her.] Not a hallucination. Seriously? Don't you think you'd imagine me more naked?

[She pans the screen down to show she's wearing jeans, a black tank and a white almost sheer long sleeved top over it. She's also carrying a huge fucking scythe.]

Seriously? [What are they teaching kids in school these days? Why does no one know the great cheesy sci-fi classics?]

.................you've got a point. [He takes another sip from the bottle.] You'd also be here already.

What? [He'll be horrified to find out she likes Molly Ringwald and ice skating movies.]

See. You're starting to make sense. [She smirks a bit at the device.] Just keep your pants on. You're not in immediate enough danger for me to start running.

My pants are staying right where they are. Not exactly birthday suit appropriate here, if you catch my drift.

It was a metaphor or idiom or some sort of English language thing. [See the blonde walking toward you with the scythe? Yeah that's Buffy. She's clearly been out in the sun a good deal. There's sunburn across her nose and her hair is twisted up in a messy bun and stabbed through with a chop stick.]

We're out of aloe vera gel at the fort thing so bully for you avoiding sunburn and not taking me literally.

Well, look at you, little Miss English Major. Do you work part time as a sexy librarian?

Holy shit! [The size of the scythe has finally impressed itself on his drunken brain.] If you were a man, I'd say you were compensating for something.

Sorry. Nope. Fantasies squelched. And a guy with an accent like yours, lots older, used to tell me I'm more of a slayer of English language but I totally would have passed Freshman Comp if--you know, not important. My college career. I mean. Not the English lan--

[Sometimes she's good at stopping herself mid ramble. She glances up at the scythe then shrugs.] You could always assume it was the tiny, blonde thing. You'd be wrong but it's that what assumptions are?

Tiny and blonde is a good thing to be when female. Of course, so is tall and brunette. Leggy and red-headed. Really, with a nice rack and a tight ass, you can't go wrong.

So. Grim Reaper of Lewd Crude Sexual Fantasies, what are you compensating for with that... thing?

[Buffy rolls her eyes.] It breaths, you like. Got it, Romeo.

[She smirks, looks over at the scythe and then back at him.] Absolutely nothing. Catchy nickname. I'll have to see if I can get it put on a button. Usually I go by Buffy.

Is that in honor of your marvelous guns, or did you have the misfortune of being born in the 70's?

Neither. Sorry. I'm pretty sure my mom was way too high on pain medication.

That would be your cue to tell me your name or I can continue calling you Romeo. Safe zone is this way and the longer we stand here, the hungrier the sand worms get. I'm pretty sure this is my last non-goo covered top so I'd kind of like to keep it besides that color of goo is never, ever coming out of this white. One of these days I'll become a goth chick and just submit to the idea of wearing black. Today is not that day. It washes me out, makes the circles under my eyes look like they need to be charged with an oversized luggage fee and I'm pretty sure it makes me cranky but that could be the other side effects.

[Good thing she has to pause in the ramble to take a breath.]

Camp. This way. March.

[He just stares at her.]

Bit of a motor mouth, aren't you?

[But when she says "March," he marches. Not that he's inclined to follow orders, but the desert isn't exactly a happening place.]

It's called a ramble and I guess I'm calling you Romeo.

[Which she's not opposed to. And no, the desert really isn't. It'll be even nastier come night time.]

It's not usually like this. We have buildings and everything but we've been this way for...a week or so.

You could also call me Peter. But I'll answer to just about anything.

You're talking like this is some temporary thing. This looks pretty permament to me.

[Buffy looks over her should and smiles at Peter. She likes that she got a name out of him and that he's following her.]

Because it is a temporary thing. Or at least it should be. The City does these things they call curses and sometimes they change the entire City to look like the 1950's or sometimes it's all made of legos.

Legos? Fuck.

[He goes quiet for a moment.]

These curses... do they make you see people you don't want to see?

[The quiet makes Buffy pause and she softens a little toward him. Okay, he might be a jackass but he's obviously got some feelings that aren't strictly jackass related. She slows her pace a little to walk more beside him instead of in front of him.]

Yeah, guess so, but the curses usually affect more than one person. Like, if you're the only one in the City seeing someone you don't want to see then...it's probably something else. [Like that person is actually here.]

Who are you seeing?

Nobody. Nobody important. [She may be sexy and badass, but he's not about to roll over and show his belly. Figuratively. He'd totally do it literally. And if it was dark, probably. She looks like she can handle vampires, and he's all out of panic rooms for the time being. But in broad daylight, he feels confident enough to hide.]

So. Legos.

[She gives him a sideways glance, not entirely buying it but she's just met him so she's not going to push it.]

Yup. It was one of the more fun curses. This one wouldn't have been so bad if we'd had a chance to plan. You know, stock up on water and ice cream.

[Slightly derisive snort. Forgive him, he's tetchy.] Water and ice cream? We really need to re-examine your priorities.

I like my bubble baths. What can I say.

[Eh if those were her real priorities, she might be irritated by the tetchiness. As it is, it's fairly the response she expected to get when she said it. In fact, it's practically the reason she said it. It helps keep up the image of cheerleader-just-a-girl-'oh look I'm blonde- that she's so accustomed to holding onto that it's become a part of who she is at this point.]

Fair enough. I've always fancied a good long soak. Especially with the right company.

[Buffy looks over her shoulder at him, one of those 'no seriously' looks on her face.]

My bathtub isn't that big.

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