BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Knox & Sammy Fisher
Where: Joe's Diner
When: Monday evening (Dec. 14th, backdated)

While Chloe was a generous employer, working as a barista for The Sugar Shack only covered so many expenses. About a month ago, Sammy picked up another job at Joe's Diner, working the after lunch and evening shift as a waitress and the evenings, with the exception of the weekends from the local neighborhoods, were pretty slow. Which gave Sammy ample time to entertain one of her co-worker's young children who was dropped off at the diner after school. The two were having a blast coloring on the disposable placemats at one end of the counter, where they were out of the way.

While the sun had already set, it wasn't so late yet that Knox needed to meet up with the crew. There'd been some new recruits lately and Knox had little patience for the newbs. The problem wasn't that they were untrained, but that they were often over-eager. That kind of blind motivation was the kind of thing that led to people getting hurt - or worse. It wasn't his kind of scene. Once they were more seasoned, had their heads on straight, then Knox was willing to fight alongside them. That's why he'd taken the opportunity to grab a decent - or at least hot - meal for once, instead of his usual beer and leftover pizza or Chinese, devoured straight from his refrigerator. Joe's Diner wasn't far from his apartment and he'd been there often, though usually only after hunting, when only the graveyard shift was around. He took a seat in an empty booth, already knowing what he'd order, and looked down briefly to make sure the gun holstered to his left side remained concealed beneath his dark brown leather jacket and that it wasn't causing any conspicuous bulges.

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Who: Gwen, OT all
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Monday afternoon

Gwen had been staring at the table she sat at for close to ten minutes. She felt by now as if she knew every detail of it: the scratches on the side. The small piece of bubblegum some ass had stuck underneath it. The small doodle of a pentagram that, likely, some grumpy, metal-loving high-school loner had scribbled there. All of it.

She'd finally come back to training today, and while she trained with Wes, she had mostly stayed to herself, pretended as if the others simply weren't there. She was getting back to her old self. Slowly. She was done drinking herself into oblivion - the combination of Faith, Patience, and Marlowe had shown her enough comfort to get her past that - and while she still felt broken inside, and honestly wondered if she'd ever fully recover... she no longer felt like she had to sit there moping all day.

So, she was trying. Not doing very well, but she was definitely trying. She sat there, nursing a black coffee, staring into the cup with such concentration you'd think she was expecting something to jump out of it.

Who: Sammy Fisher OT: Knox or anyone
Where: Hollywood Walk of Fame
When: Friday afternoon

After spending weeks cooped up in her apartment finalizing things and job hunting, Sammy thought it was time to do something so why not visit one of the tourist traps in this here city. What better one to start off with than the Hollywood Walk of Fame?

The drugstore at the corner of her apartment building had disposable cameras and she bought one before hopping a bus over to Hollywood. When she arrived, Sammy was completely floored by all the activity and the people! She snapped a few pictures of performers, generously giving away whatever spare change she had with her to the musicians in exchange for a picture. And of course, taking some promotional fliers and passing the word along about their band or whatnot.

Sammy was able to ask a few people to snap her picture with a few of the famous stars and she even got a few pictures of stars that were under construction. When she came across Lassie's, Sammy couldn't resist and attempted to stop someone so they could take her picture.

"Um, excuse me. . ." She reached out, tugging lightly on their sleeve.