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A strange encounter.
Leaving Tara and Buffy in the corridor of the library Dawn and I made a hasty retreat. She had been in quite the rush to investigate the portal in her vision, however once we had tracked down Buffy and her alternate reality jumping friends she was less then thrilled. In fact, one could daresay she was pissy. However telling her she was acting pissy would no doubt earn me a kick to the shins and the heels she was wearing today looked especially pointy. So I was in no mood to press my luck.
We backtracked to the hotel in silence, rode the chopper back to the office in silence and went downstairs to look for Spike, who apparently was checking the security of a certain co-eds dorm with extreme prejudice.
"Dawn, you can't blame her for the actions of the Buffy that lived in this world." Sighing I put our equipment and weapons away. "Its possible events in that world were much different then the ones in ours." No response.
Walking into the kitchen I found a bottle of tequila. Two glasses and an ice tray later I had something that passed for a margarita. "Drink?"
This was shaping up to be worse then consoling her after another of her dates gone wrong.
We backtracked to the hotel in silence, rode the chopper back to the office in silence and went downstairs to look for Spike, who apparently was checking the security of a certain co-eds dorm with extreme prejudice.
"Dawn, you can't blame her for the actions of the Buffy that lived in this world." Sighing I put our equipment and weapons away. "Its possible events in that world were much different then the ones in ours." No response.
Walking into the kitchen I found a bottle of tequila. Two glasses and an ice tray later I had something that passed for a margarita. "Drink?"
This was shaping up to be worse then consoling her after another of her dates gone wrong.