WHO: Sarah Williams, Buffy Summers, Elaine Belloc, Dawn Summers [poke me on AIM if anyone else is joining] WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: during this WHAT: Movie-watching and avoidance of feeding the vampire testosterone. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
There was one thing that could be said about the Hyperion – it was rarely dull here, as there often wasn't a long period without some fight or another being attempted outside or inside the building. Sarah's hope was that it would be the sort that did end with a minimum of fuss, even if it meant the maximum of machismo, as the kind that didn't would no doubt need to be Dealt With Properly and no one wanted that.
Rather than join the spectators assembling within sight of the fight, she made her way back to the room she now shared with Charlie at the hotel, tray in hand holding a large bowl of popcorn, a liter of cold soda and several glasses in case anyone else joined she and Buffy for the anti-fight movie. Having left the door open so Buffy could come in and wait, Sarah re-entered the room with minimal fuss or tray juggling.
"And I return!" she announced unnecessarily, smiling at Buffy before she set the tray down on a table. "Maybe we'll pick up a few more who think a movie is better entertainment, so I made a lot." She turned and gestured toward the large carrier in the corner her kitten currently occupied."Are you allergic to or bothered by cats?" She wouldn't let Guinevere out if it was a problem.