theslayer_buffy (theslayer_buffy) wrote in chaostheory_rpg, @ 2010-01-25 15:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, dean petrado, week eight |
Who: Buffy & Dean
When: Week Eight, Monday; Night
Where: A bar/restaurant near the Pod
Status: Closed, but Active
At first, the time seemed to drag on forever, but as the time of her date--yes, Buffy Summers actually had a date--neared, she realized she wanted more and more time to make sure each strand of hair was perfectly barrel-curled. It was nearly seven when she had finally finished putting the last touches on her make-up, pressing her lips on a kleenex to dab off the extra.
She pulled a sweater on over her low-cut halter top, taking one last look at herself in the full-length mirror to make sure her black leather pants still looked good on her, before grabbing her purse. The very slight kiss Dean gave her before he left earlier was playing over and over in her mind, causing butterflies to appear all over again each time.
And oh god, she was so nervous, but also unbelievably excited because she knew he was feeling just as nervous and excited. Or she hoped, anyway. And really, it had been a million years since she went on a stereotypical date--if you could call a watcher and a slayer going on a date stereotypical--especially one where she didn't have to pretend she wasn't some super strong demon killing chick. She never thought she'd be able to completely be herself around anyone who wasn't, well, a vampire.
She made her way down to the lobby, avoiding the surprised looks she was getting from some of the younger slayers. She had really never been this dressed up before since most of them saw her in her sweats in the training room.
She stepped outside into the much cooler air, practically holding her breath until he arrived. It was the only way she could keep her heart from pounding a million beats a minute.