Willow Rosenberg (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} not_glinda) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} prescott_valley,@ 2009-04-03 23:20:00 |
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WHO: Willow Rosenberg & Alex Roivas
WHAT: meetin atThe Bronze Firefly (the town's only club)
WHERE: ... Firefly. The town's only club.
WHEN: Friday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Lots o' hot lesbian action :O /PG for now/started via AIM, unfinished
Sitting alone at the end of the bar, Alex watched the roadies setting gear up on-stage, prepping for the night's head liners, as the bartender moved in and out of her line of sight. All around her people were starting to pack into Firefly, the club the boy at the front desk had recommended as the must go to hot spot in town. She had to admit, the vibe was nice, a sort of disney dingy art house hipster. Cool in a way that tries, but not hard enough to be annoying, yet. Though, she considered as she sipped her vodka and cranberry, the fact the place was decently priced made up for a lot of sins.
She was on her second drink of the night and had been pleased with the DJ selections that had played. But it was hitting the hot hours of the night which meant it was time for Firefly to break out the big guns and throw up the live action for the night. It also meant that the comfortable crowd she'd been surrounded by was starting to grow, get louder and, of course, drunker. Florence and the Machine was announced on paper posters plastered all over but it meant little to Alex. But she had nothing against listening to new music and ordered another drink as the roadies rushed to finish their task.
Slipping into the club, Willow manouvered through the crowd, mentally comparing Firefly to The Bronze. It was odd how things seemed to fall back into old patterns. The new Magic Box wasn't in the exact same place as the old one had been, but it was a few streets over, the high school was familiar, the whole town dripped with deja vu. Ducking around a couple who had decided that the middle of the floor was the perfect place to get handsy with each other, Willow supposed that most of the residents of the Valley wouldn't even be familiar with Sunnydale, so the familiarity probably wasn't intentional.
She shook her head, glancing over at the stage where a band she'd never heard of was getting set up. Enough thinking about Sunnydale. She was determined to have a good time tonight. Heading towards the bar, she spotted a familiar head of blonde hair and smiled to herself. She didn't think Buffy would be here until later. Coming up beside her friend, she gave a little pounce, grabbing the woman's shoulders, playfully. "Buffy!"
Taking a sip of her drink, Alex nearly snorted vodka through her noise when she was shaken by her shoulders. "Buffy?" She repeated, turning around to see who had assaulted her. Normally she went for 'hi' as a greeting but she supposed everyone had their own slang. She fixed the familiar red head with a bemused expression and spun the rest of her body on the stool, facing Willow full on, trying to place her. "Magic Box?"
"Oh! I'm sorry! You from the back looks like Buffy from the back and I was supposed to meet -- " Willow took a half step back, her words tumbling out and over the blonde's question. She managed to reign herself in quickly and nodded in response. "Yes! Uh... Alex, right?"
"Yeah," she nodded, leaning back against the bar counter. "Sorry to disappoint. Alexandra, not...Buffy?" Okay, it wasn't normal but she'd heard worse. She came from Seattle and Portland, the grungy and the hippie folks rarely went for names like Tim or Jane. Silence fell between them as Alex watched the red head and wondered if she was supposed to invite her to sit down while she waited for her friend. She was cute and seemed nice so she raised her eyebrows and indicated the stool beside her. "There's a good view of the place from here, maybe you'll see your friend."
"Alexandra," Willow echoed, apologetically. The night was off to a brilliant start so far, she winced to herself. Twisting her lips to the side, she offered up a smile. "I'm not usually with the assault on people I've just met." Settling on the stool that the other woman indicated, she gave a little twirl and smiled again. "I'll buy you another drink?" She promised, unable to resist skating her eyes along the blonde's body.
"Only sometimes?" she joked, downing her glass and pushing it forward to signal the bartender to come around for them. Alex watched her twirl and cracked a small smile. "Vodka and cranberry," she said to accept Willow's offer. Alex cast about for something to say that didn't sound lame or trying to hard, despite the fact she was. "...Thanks."
Ordering her own drink, a lemon drop, Willow twisted towards Alex on the stool, accidentally on purpose momentarily brushing her knee against the other woman's. "Well, sometimes strangers deserve a little assaultage." She managed. "It's a great ice breaker." She paused, smiling her thanks as the bartender delivered their drinks. "Provided you don't, you know, end up in jail afterwards."
WHAT: meetin at
WHERE: ... Firefly. The town's only club.
WHEN: Friday night
WARNINGS/RATING/STATUS: Lots o' hot lesbian action :O /PG for now/started via AIM, unfinished
Sitting alone at the end of the bar, Alex watched the roadies setting gear up on-stage, prepping for the night's head liners, as the bartender moved in and out of her line of sight. All around her people were starting to pack into Firefly, the club the boy at the front desk had recommended as the must go to hot spot in town. She had to admit, the vibe was nice, a sort of disney dingy art house hipster. Cool in a way that tries, but not hard enough to be annoying, yet. Though, she considered as she sipped her vodka and cranberry, the fact the place was decently priced made up for a lot of sins.
She was on her second drink of the night and had been pleased with the DJ selections that had played. But it was hitting the hot hours of the night which meant it was time for Firefly to break out the big guns and throw up the live action for the night. It also meant that the comfortable crowd she'd been surrounded by was starting to grow, get louder and, of course, drunker. Florence and the Machine was announced on paper posters plastered all over but it meant little to Alex. But she had nothing against listening to new music and ordered another drink as the roadies rushed to finish their task.
Slipping into the club, Willow manouvered through the crowd, mentally comparing Firefly to The Bronze. It was odd how things seemed to fall back into old patterns. The new Magic Box wasn't in the exact same place as the old one had been, but it was a few streets over, the high school was familiar, the whole town dripped with deja vu. Ducking around a couple who had decided that the middle of the floor was the perfect place to get handsy with each other, Willow supposed that most of the residents of the Valley wouldn't even be familiar with Sunnydale, so the familiarity probably wasn't intentional.
She shook her head, glancing over at the stage where a band she'd never heard of was getting set up. Enough thinking about Sunnydale. She was determined to have a good time tonight. Heading towards the bar, she spotted a familiar head of blonde hair and smiled to herself. She didn't think Buffy would be here until later. Coming up beside her friend, she gave a little pounce, grabbing the woman's shoulders, playfully. "Buffy!"
Taking a sip of her drink, Alex nearly snorted vodka through her noise when she was shaken by her shoulders. "Buffy?" She repeated, turning around to see who had assaulted her. Normally she went for 'hi' as a greeting but she supposed everyone had their own slang. She fixed the familiar red head with a bemused expression and spun the rest of her body on the stool, facing Willow full on, trying to place her. "Magic Box?"
"Oh! I'm sorry! You from the back looks like Buffy from the back and I was supposed to meet -- " Willow took a half step back, her words tumbling out and over the blonde's question. She managed to reign herself in quickly and nodded in response. "Yes! Uh... Alex, right?"
"Yeah," she nodded, leaning back against the bar counter. "Sorry to disappoint. Alexandra, not...Buffy?" Okay, it wasn't normal but she'd heard worse. She came from Seattle and Portland, the grungy and the hippie folks rarely went for names like Tim or Jane. Silence fell between them as Alex watched the red head and wondered if she was supposed to invite her to sit down while she waited for her friend. She was cute and seemed nice so she raised her eyebrows and indicated the stool beside her. "There's a good view of the place from here, maybe you'll see your friend."
"Alexandra," Willow echoed, apologetically. The night was off to a brilliant start so far, she winced to herself. Twisting her lips to the side, she offered up a smile. "I'm not usually with the assault on people I've just met." Settling on the stool that the other woman indicated, she gave a little twirl and smiled again. "I'll buy you another drink?" She promised, unable to resist skating her eyes along the blonde's body.
"Only sometimes?" she joked, downing her glass and pushing it forward to signal the bartender to come around for them. Alex watched her twirl and cracked a small smile. "Vodka and cranberry," she said to accept Willow's offer. Alex cast about for something to say that didn't sound lame or trying to hard, despite the fact she was. "...Thanks."
Ordering her own drink, a lemon drop, Willow twisted towards Alex on the stool, accidentally on purpose momentarily brushing her knee against the other woman's. "Well, sometimes strangers deserve a little assaultage." She managed. "It's a great ice breaker." She paused, smiling her thanks as the bartender delivered their drinks. "Provided you don't, you know, end up in jail afterwards."
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