Aidan Hainsworth (badass_watcher) wrote in btvsal, @ 2008-12-03 01:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan hainsworth, buffy summers, place: la |
Open Mouth
Who: Buffy and Aidan
Where: The Mall, LA
When: Tues. Dec 2
Aidan Hainsworth rode up to the mall on his motorcycle, and, after parking it, walked inside and waited at the food court for his Slayer. He was pretty sure he was sent out here just so that the Council wouldn't have to deal with him in person anymore. Sure, they had been redone and gotten new leadership, but he still seemed to be a little too radical for them. He kept wanting to fight, and actually do something more than just read a bloody book and do instruction. Maybe they thought being in the field would change his mind. He doubted it. Hopefully, this Buffy Summers would be worth the trip. She looked a little like a mall girl, so he suggested they meet at the mall. He wondered if she'd show up.
Buffy had grumbled the entire way here. She'd just gotten her license, but driving in LA wasn't exactly like driving in Sunnydale, so, stress ahoy! And she knew what Watchers were like. She'd have some crusty man or woman that looked like something from Monty Python only without the humor, and they'd boss her around and mutter things about tea and scones. Yay. Her hair in a tight pony, and wearing dark green slacks, a black turtleneck, and a red pleather jacket, she stuffed her hands in her pockets and headed to the food court.
When Buffy walked past him, he sat up a little in his chair and called out to her. "Buffy Summers?" Guess she wasn't expecting someone in a leather jacket? Aidan knew that he barely looked out of his thirties, but did he really look that little like a Watcher?
Buffy raised her eyebrows, blinking a few times as she felt herself cross her arms. "Ok. So... you know who I am, and I just got to town about a week ago. Which means there's very few people you can possibly be. And unfortunately, you look a liiiittle too old to be the Prince Charming I dreamt about last night..."
"Hey, I'm not that old." Aidan was used to being surrounded by old people. Well, people that usually had at least twenty or so years on him, anyway. "And I'm really only going by a picture, so give me a break. I'm your new Watcher."
"You can watch me ANY time." Buffy blurted out before feeling her eyes go wide. "In training. I mean. Because, woo! Yeah. Big on training, Buffy is. Strong, and occasionally coherent."
"Big on training, huh?" he asked, a half-grin coming across his face. This might be interesting. "How much training have you had, exactly?"
"About a year, and before that? Quite a few hours experience at Street Fighter 2 Turbo Edition." Buffy held back a smirk. "So... you're honestly my Watcher?"
"Street Fighter?" His grin got a little wider. "Then obviously we have a full fledged warrior on our hands." He nodded at her final question. "Yes, I'm actually your Watcher. What were you expecting? Me to show up in tweed and offer you tea and crumpets?"
"Actually?" Buffy bowed her head in shame. "Yes." She let a chuckle slip from her lips. "I've seen the other Watchers, and very few are even a third as Baldwin as you."
He couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "I don't think they like me because I'm not like that." He wasn't sure what 'Baldwin' meant, but he assumed that it had to be a good thing. "What other Watchers have you seen here?"
"I know Wesley's here, because him and Gwen are pretty much attached at the hip..." she squinted cutely there, "Which, ew... creepy visual, and I don't know why anyone ever started that saying..." She shook her head as she caught herself rambling. "Anyway. And I met this chick named Faith, who said her Watcher is pretty much the same way."
"Well, there are also at least two other Slayers here that we know of. A girl named Samantha from Michigan and a Russian girl named Catherine. Have you met them yet?" Aidan hadn't had the chance to meet any of them, or their Watchers.
"Catherine, definitely. I didn't know she was here too!" Buffy was trying to seem cool, not wanting to look like a ditz in front of, hello, cute guy! "So... you're living around here, I'm guessing?"
"I think she just moved here, too. Seems that LA is attracting a lot of Slayers right now. Probably needs all of you." Could be a sign of something coming. Hopefully, just a coincidence. "Yeah, I'm living here, too. Where are you staying right now?"
"Well, in exchange for coming here to help prepare some of the other girls, your bosses were nice enough to help me rent an apartment for me and my sister." Buffy grinned and bit back asking if she could just go home with HIM. "So, just to warn you? I'm nosy. And not real big on taking orders. So, yeah."
"How nice of them." Especially good that they didn't treat their Slayers like dirt anymore. More than a few people had left over the years because of that. "Well, I'm not real big on taking them, either, so I guess we're a lot alike in that respect. Look, I'm not going to ask you to give up your life or anything, because that's crap, and we both know it. However, if you want to live through this, you will have to train properly, alright?"
"Wow.. um, ok..." That took Buffy by surprise, and damn it, made her realize even MORE what a hunk this guy was. "So, you've gotta be married or something."
"Few Watchers actually pull that off," he told her. "Sure, there are the few family lines of them, but most of us stay single. The line of work doesn't let you date much." Although most of those who do get married usually marry potentials who didn't turn into Slayers, but he didn't add that part.
"R-r-r-really." Buffy grinned and filed that part away for future reference. "So, what kinda training are you gonna have for me? Am I gonna have to get all sweaty? Because if so, I need to work extra hard at looking better than ever when I show up, to make up for it."
"Well, most training does actually involve sweating, so yeah, you'll be sweating." He tried to not picture what she'd look like sweaty and in tiny workout wear, and failed miserably. "So, do whatever you feel the need."
"Ooo! I know! I'll find a good middle-ground. If I have to get sweaty, I'll get outfits that make it not look quite so bad." Was she talking to him? Herself? Who knew? "We're at a mall... why not shop? I mean, granted, you can't exactly walk into Victoria's Secret and say, 'gimme something I can look good in while killing demons', but still."
"You could say that, but they'll just think that you're really into the roleplaying thing," he told her. "Most people have the habit of brushing off things like that, or they would go crazy. And for shopping, as long as I'm not footing the bill, go nuts."
"Hm. Then it'll wait." The blonde had a thought as a mischievous grin etched its way onto her mouth. "Since the Council is footing the bill for my apartment, maybe they'd give me some money to replace the clothes that got ruined in battle. There aren’t any clothes that got ruined, but they don't know that."
He laughed. He had himself a sneaky little Slayer, didn't he? "Well, I guess what they don't know won't hurt them, will it?" He might actually enjoy dealing with Buffy if she was this entertaining. "Clothes do get ruined a lot, though. I'd patrol in stuff I didn't care about, if I were you."
"....you think I own clothes I don’t care about." Buffy looked at him like he had five heads. "Have you ever SPOKEN to a teenager before?"
"Hmm...point taken. I'd say buy some that you don't mind getting ruined, but that's just even more ridiculous." He couldn't help but laugh at the look that she gave him.
"When you teach me how to fight, do we wrestle and stuff?" She was trying to seem interested, while honestly just wondering if this guy was gonna get to put his hands all over her.
"Well, we can do things like that. I can teach you throws and stuff, and how to pin people. Why do you ask?"
"Oh. Um... Because, I am ALL about fighting. Yep. ALL about it." She fibbed, giving a strong nod.
He studied her for a moment before going on. "Well, we need to set up a training schedule. Are you still enrolled in school or anything like that? Your file didn't actually say. And exactly how much does your sister know about your Slaying stuff?" He hated using words like 'duty' and usually avoided it. It sounded too stuffy for him.
"She knows the basics. Nothing to hide, but I don't exactly over share either." God you're a HUNK... "And I'm a senior right now, so unless you have a way to intervene, we have to wait until after school on weekdays."
"Well, I don't think I can get you out of school. I personally don't wield that kind of power." Kind of sucked that she was technically jail bait, but he really shouldn't be thinking of her like that, anyway. "Well, I don't have to ride you quite as much, since you're not the one and only like it used to be, but we'll have to work together after school for at least a few hours every day."
"And if you ever DO wanna ride me, just ask." She winced there. "And some days, Buffy's grasp on how to word things is not of the good."
He blinked at her first sentence. Seriously, if it weren't for the obvious California accent, he'd wonder if English was her first language at times. "I'll...remember that, I suppose. Anyway, I'm sure that we'll work everything out."
"Right. Well. I guess I'm all done making a moron of myself for one day..." She said with a wince.
"You're not making a moron of yourself," he told her. "Don't worry so much about that."
"Thanks..." She felt a rush of blood to her cheeks, and decided now was the time for a hasty exit. "So. Um... where should we meet next?"
"Well, we can meet at your place, or mine. How much space does your apartment actually have? I have an extra room in the house I have if you need a fully fledged training room."
"Well, I don't think you want my little sister drooling all over you, so, my guess as to the best bet is your place." Yep. Nooobody was gonna drool over her watcher but HER, thanksalot.
"Alright." He pulled out a pen and wrote down his address on a napkin. "Here's where I live. Do you have a car, or do I need to come and get you?"
"Well, I'm not sure if what I drive qualifies as a car, per se... but I drive." She snickered to herself, and took the napkin. "Tomorrow, after school. So it's a date?"
"Sure, it's a date." He was kind of curious to see what she drove now.