The Lunatic Cafe

When Oliver stepped into the Lunatic Cafe, he expected it to be like any other day. No one had mentioned any special occasion and nothing had been booked as important in his smartphone. But Oliver Queen was in for a surprise. The Cafe was done up in green and there were various weapon props stylizing the rooms. With a shift of his eyes, Oliver wondered what the occasion was and why he wasn't let into the scheming. Never before had he heard of the holiday created by crazed fangirls from other realms.

"It looks like someone gave a leprechaun drugs and asked him to renovate," he muttered to no on in particular while he scanned around for the one behind this. The one who no doubt "borrows" all his weaponry, but knows how to keep him warm on those cold night. A fair trade off he'd say.

Buffy Summers, aka the owner of the cafe, sat at a particular nondescript table in the cafe. It was a table centered near the stage with just enough space for her to tackle anyone daring to sing an unwanted song on the karaoke machine. At the moment though, karaoke wasn't her focus. Her attention was currently on several books open on the table and the notebook in her hand. She was glancing over at the tomes every so often and making notes.

Oh yes, she was doing her impression of research girl. But the question was, research for what? An apocalypse? Education? Was she shopping for weaponry again? Making a checklist of all the things she'd slayed over the years? Or maybe she was just trying to test her translation skills. Or rather lack of...

Either way, she picked up her glass of lemonade and took a sip from the green curly straw inside and ignored the fact that some people were still glittering from the other night. Some things she really didn't want to know about. Why anyone would sparkle was one of them.

When Buffy was busy, she tended to be off demon hunting and saving the world.

When she wasn't, well... she could be found doing a lazy patrol around town, which is exactly what she had been doing. Though in reality it was more of a window shopping walkabout with hidden weapons than an actual patrol. And really, who was going to deny her precious yet trivial moments like that? At that mere thought she was tempted to look up and glare, but the slayer felt that would be tempting fate a little too much.

Alas, her window shopping had ended and she'd found herself at the cafe, where she was now looking through the decoration directory of the cafe on a laptop as she sat in the lounge. Oh yes, it was time to start holiday decorating. Sure, it was for Halloween, but it was just that first step before Buffy fully evolved into the Holiday Nazi that she was.

On the brighter side of things, Buffy was sporting a shiny new pair of Jimmy Choos. She probably shouldn't have, but damned if they weren't cute and meant for her to own. So at least her 'patrol' hadn't been in vain.