Buffy Anne Summers (ivediedtwice) wrote in hannibals_hotel, @ 2010-03-31 18:22:00 |
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Buffy realized that she was spending too much time alone, and since she'd been a resident at the hotel for six months (half a year - whoa!) she hadn't really made any friends. Unless, of course, you could count the pirates, a wizard, a God and a few silver-haired, cat-eyed guys friends, but.... no. No, they were definitely not friends. The blonde slayer had been far too consumed in her own personal Hell to really find it in herself to connect with anyone on deep or superficial level. She knew that her self-involved, introverted behavior was only going to keep her from finding any sense of normalcy.
Normalcy. Ha!
Buffy had no sense of what was normal anymore, however. She slayed vampires and demons, and fought off Hell Gods (or a Hell God), and warded off the Apocalypse every other week - at least, back where she was from. Here? No. She hadn't really had to do much fighting or slaying, or saving the world. She never thought she'd ever miss her gig as a slayer, but boy, was she missing it right about now.
While she sat at the bar, sipping on some kind of alcoholic concoction, she gave the bar/lounge area a once over. It was looking pretty vacant for 'happy hour.'