Anya Jenkins 'Anyanka' (leporiphobic) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-07 17:32:00 |
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Old Friends Meet Again
Who: Anya and Kronos 'Matthew Laurant'
Where: Avarice
When: Sunday Night, 6/6
Anya actually growled at the bartender when she refused for the forth time to give her a beer. "Come on! I've seen you give alcohol to all sorts of underage people here tonight. I saw this little blond girl walk away with a beer not twenty minutes ago that didn't even look out of high school!" Still, when the bartender, Patience, shook her head again, Anya slammed her fist against the bar. "Fine! Give me a coke, but I'm reporting you!"
From behind her... came a voice that would have sounded positively sinister had it not been saying something so positively mundane. "...Anyanka? Well. It would appear that I'm not the only one to have... fallen from grace." The man now FORMERLY known as Kronos flagged down a waitress then, grabbing a beer... then placing it in front of Anya. Like he cared if anyone said anything to him.
If she had more human functioning emotions (she would before long, no doubt), she may have hugged Kronos out of relief of seeing another like herself. Apparently a little *too* like herself. Even though she was now human, as soon as she turned and saw him, she could see that he was as well. "Kronos? Sorry to hear you're stuck like me then." She took the beer and took a sip of it. "And thanks."
"Oh, I'm not Kronos anymore... I'm back to merely being Matthew Laurant now. The combination of my stupidity and a lying Slayer took care of THAT..." Bitter? Never. Not a bit.
Anya made a face. "And I'm no longer 'Anyanka' to be technical," she pointed out to him. "You had a Slayer lie to you? I had a human summon me and trick me into granting a 'good' wish." She said it as if it horrified her. "As if it's my fault that, as soon as they say 'I wish' then I *have* to perform whatever it is they say, no choice in the matter."
"Ah. I had the fact that I care too much about the welfare of children used against me." He smirked, adjusting his glasses as he tried not to give a bitter laugh. "A slayer talked me into sneaking her little girl out of a timeline that was ending. And then snuck practically an entire little league team through instead. The Timelords were not thrilled with me, to put it lightly."
Anya couldn't help but smile at that. "Humans are always willing to exploit weaknesses when they find them," she said to him, as if she wasn't one herself now. "Did you catch a name for her or anything?"
"Skylar Bale was the girl's name. Tried to help her little girl, and got used. Badly. Now I'm stuck here, with no powers, no family, and plenty of regrets. Cheers, hm?" He said in that maddeningly cynical, shitty-yet-sinister tone.
"You then came to the wrong club," Anya remarked. "And our situations are more connected than you'd ever imagine." Oh, Anya had done research on just who had screwed her over and gotten her stuck here. "Skylar Bale, well, still Skylar James right now, is going to marry the owner of this club, Benjamin Bale. The girl who got me struck here? His ex-girlfriend and partner in his strip club as well. "
"Oh, that's EXACTLY why I'm here. That family ruined my life, the least they can do is let me drink free until I have a job." Was he being serious? Sadly, with the way he talked, you never REALLY knew.
"And they don't even know that they ruined your life," Anya said. "I'm sorry, but it is kind of amusing. You hating them for things they haven't even done. They did them in a dead timeline." Even Anya could see the humor in a situation that was similar to her own.
"It's the only reason I don't entirely hate them. And as I said.. at least I'm getting free drinks out of it for now. My guess is that a daughter from the future is worth some free alcohol at least, because the lout didn't even fight me on it." He sighed, taking a lonnnng sip of his own beer.
Anya snorted. "At least they are understanding, then," she said. "I wish that I could get free drinks like that, since one of their friends managed to royally screw up my life so much as well." She turned and glared at the bartender.
"Well then, I suppose I'll just be drinking double tonight..." He said with a whimsical smirk, obviously meaning that he'd be getting extra drinks and giving them to her. "Can't very well cast aside the one person who actually understands me right now..."
She nodded. "Thank you, seriously. Unfortunately, I happen to still pass for a college aged girl, the age that I was when I became a Vengeance Demon." Which now irritated her to no end. "Which means that, I may 1100 years old, but they still won't serve me alcohol because I cannot prove it."
"We go from beings able to lord it over the common folk... to being incapable of ordering our own drinks. How life manages to kick us in the asses, hm?" He asked, trying, really TRYING, to find the humor in it.
She snorted again. "Yeah, still sucks," she pointed out. Apparently she had started to pick up some random teenage vocabulary. She had been here for a little while now.
"Well. At least we can be miserable together, hm? I'm going to speak to a man named Rupert Giles tomorrow, about possibly gaining some sort of employment. Again.. I suspect the Bale family is just happy to have the children here and NOT have me want to murder all of them."
"They're a big family. That would be a lot of murder," Anya said simply. Oh, if she was half as powerful as she had been before, this entire city would be in flames for how angry she still was over everything. "Good luck with your employment."
"I remember from before my stint with the Timelords... without money, attempting to have any existence here is futile. So... yes. Hopefully this pans out." He scowled, having become a timelord to begin with because he wanted to escape the memories of his time as a mortal.
She had located a job in a magic shop for right now herself. It paid the rent for a little apartment that she had gotten, so that was good. "Yes, unfortunately, money is important in this place."
"Then... to making money." He said wryly, lifting his bottle in salute. Oh, if he only knew what he was starting here...