Chosen by a higher power at 15 to protect the world against what went bump in the night. Damn. At least he'd been able to choose his profession. "High school hasn't changed too much then. For a kid who didn't get much say in the matter of being chosen, you turned out all right. Maybe you'll end up finding yourself a nice boy slayer." Eliot smirked and took a drink.
"The black market demand for fax machines has never been that high." He gave her a look and then shook his head. The questions touched on a part of his life that he didn't explain much. "Long story short, I took what I learned in the military and I put it to use on the other side of the law." When Buffy motioned for a refill, Eliot worked to finish up his drink to catch the man while he was down on their end, going with a beer instead.
He took the bottle, pushing the glass back. "That's exactly it."