Buffy Summers (watchme) wrote in beyondwonderlnd, @ 2008-09-26 14:41:00 |
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"You can't love me or anyone else, you said I was the best thing in your life," Cami Elen sang. Indeed, as Oz pointed out, they did have a cellist. This particular song's beat was a little faster than most of the band's usual fare, and Buffy watched the throng gyrate and maneuver gracefully and not-so-gracefully as she sipped on her drink. In a moment, she would head to the bar and grab drinks for the others, but at the moment, Buffy had no intention on busting in on their smooch-fest. Besides the awkwardness of being the fifth wheel, there was an overwhelming sense of having destroyed the sixth wheel and sending it to hell in order to the save the world from being pulled into it as well. Stabbed him, to be precise, and then Acathla swallowed him whole and slept once more. All of it was too much for Buffy who, by now, was used to the unusual happenings in Sunnydale. She'd never been forced to sacrifice the one person who made sense of her life, the one person she knew had her back -- when he had a soul, anyway. A couple on the dance floor caught Buffy's attention. Frowning, she studied the pair. The girl -- dark hair, wild -- danced like she stepped out of a Nine Inch Nails video, and the guy... he looked like he stepped off the Soul Train and into K.C. and the Sunshine Band. She watched as the girl pointed outside, and the guy definitely got the idea. After hand-jiving his friend, they left through the front door. "I don't think that guy thrives on Sunshine," Buffy said to herself cryptically. Pushing off the column she was leaning against, she tossed her drink into the trash, migrating toward the door with a frown. With no jacket to hide a stake, she did the next best thing. She tore a piece of wood from one of the crates by the dumpster. Not as sharp as she'd like, but it would do. Toward any sound that move, Buffy found herself stalking after them. |