Buffy Summers (buffy_da_slayer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-11-07 22:19:00 |
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New Friend?
Who: Buffy and Jarrod
When: Friday Evening, Nov. 06
Where: Avarice
Feeling the beat of the music making his chest thump, Jarrod knew it'd been too long since he'd come to Avarice. Almost every night for the last five months had been nothing but training. He'd been training with different teachers for Brazilian Jui-Jitsu and American Boxing, trying to come up with a style that would allow him to be a champion shoot fighter. But for once, he decided to let himself have a good time. He'd finished his schoolwork, and took the night off from working out, so he'd thrown on his nicest slacks and a white, button-down shirt, only buttoned about half-way up, a black blazer over that. He made his way to the bar, hating the stupid 'Under-21' wristband he had to wear, but smiling and accepting a soda anyway.
Things finally seemed to be back to normal for Buffy. It felt like things were, well, not right, but at least getting there. School was going pretty well, she was training with Ash again. Who knows, maybe her and Lucy would go shopping some day together (fat chance, but maybe). Right now she just wanted to enjoy a night out on her own without too much of a care in the world. She walked up to the bar and ordered herself a soda.
Whoa. He blinked, grinning at the beautiful blonde that now stood next to him. Hell... why not, right? Had to to try. He looked down at her, giving his brightest smile before looking to the bartender. "Whatever she wants, is on me."
Buffy actually rolled her eyes slightly before turning around. She wasn't one to turn down a free drink, but wasn't that sort of a cliche type of thing? She turned around and smiled at him. "Thanks," she said.
"So... yeah." He said with a blush as he saw her roll her eyes. "That wasn't meant to be as lame as it sounded. I'm Jarrod. Maybe we can do this over, more like normal people?"
"Normal people is better for me, too," Buffy said to him. "I'm Buffy, and, by the way, it's actually short for Elizabeth." She really hated jokes about her name, after all. Might as well get that said up front.
He just kind of blinked when she went on the defensive. "Nothing wrong with the name Buffy... it's cute, actually. Kind of fitting then." He gave her a charming, sweet smile, which looked almost odd. A face so boyishly sweet on such a tall, muscular frame.
She smiled back. "Sorry, I used to get a lot of jokes about it in school growing up. I swear I'm not usually this defensive and bitchy to people who buy me drinks. Let me start over. Hi, I'm Buffy."
"Well. Hey there, I'm Jarrod. Say... would you mind if I bought you a drink?" He asked with mock surprise, as if he'd JUST thought of it now.
"Sure, sounds awesome," she said, going along with the game.
"So, let me give you some credit here and forgo the cheesy lines. You go to school around here? I don't recognize you from Reagan High..." He could tell, looking at her, that she was NOT the type to appreciate pick-up lines.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him. "No, I'm a freshman at UCLA." Please let him be a senior at Regan High, so that she wasn't talking with serious jail bait here. That would so not be happy.
"Freshman? Sweet." He laughed, shaking his head immediately. "Not what I meant. I was just... hoping you were at least close to my age. I'm 18, so... my guess is you're 19 or 20?"
"Not even quite 19 yet," she told him. "I'm assuming I'm not talking to a freshman in high school, either." Oh, how she prayed and hoped.
"Nah... senior, actually." He laughed, hoping to god he didn't look like a freshman to her... he made a subconscious show of flexing his arm a little, hopefully showing he wasn't exactly built like a kid. "So where'd you graduate from? I don't remember seeing you at Reagan High..."
Oh thank any god or goddess listening for THAT! "I wasn't there for very long," she told him. "I've been to three high schools in four years, so I guess I couldn't make a lasting impression at any of them."
"S'alright... last year I spent all my time on the track team. I quite this year because I needed more time to train when I'm not doing homework and such. So I didn't exactly take time to notice anyone last year anyway." He smirked, silently thanking whoever was up there that he was at least handsome, because that was probably all that saved his popularity when he turned totally to his training.
"Well, I might have been there six months, and I mostly just wanted to get out by that point." Transferring during your senior year was pretty much all of the suck, after all.
"Kinda sorry I *did* miss you, though. Wouldn't have minded seeing you around every morning." Was he being smooth or just sweet? Maybe both?
She gave him a slightly dubious grin. "That so?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Well, as long as you come here more often, you might be seeing more of me, anyway, just, you know, at night."
"Only at night?" He asked with a laugh. "Are you a vaaaampire?" He asked with an arched eyebrow, obviously playing. Hell, he didn't know the damn things were real.
She smirked. If only he knew. "No, I just don't do the club scene during the day. All sorts of wrong and lame, and sort of sad drunk sounding."
"You know, that's actually a really valid point." What the hell. Why not try? "So... if I decided to come back here. Say... Monday evening. Any chance you'd be here? And we could talk again?"
"Hmm..." She pursed her lips, looking like she was deep in thought. "I'll be here...so I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk to you again."
"Well, it definitely wouldn't HURT, right? Never heard of flirting actually causing physical pain." He extended a hand to her, palm up. "So... I can count on seeing you then?"
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," she said to him, grinning. "Alright, I'll see you on Monday then."