Buffy (chosenforthis) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-06-24 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | buffy summers, eliot spencer |
Who: Buffy Summers, Eliot Spencer
What: Buffy and Eliot are going to hang out.
When: Late afternoon
Where: Outside the Hyperion, Jules Mini Golf (fictional)
Rating: Low, unless someone bitches out a Mini Golf attraction!
Status: Complete
As the sun baked down its' rays onto the sidewalk outside of The Hyperion, Buffy was glad she'd worn sandals. Her toes could feel the pleasant warmth, and she smiled to herself. She was early, waiting for Eliot. When she'd given him the choice of meeting him inside the hotel, or outside - he'd picked outside. She could ignore that as being an indication of something more, or believe that maybe he wasn't to jump into meeting a swarm of demon-hunting types all at once. Even if they were mostly friendly. He knew Faith, but she couldn't recall who else he'd mentioned meeting.
Buffy felt duty-bound to provide Eliot with a decent mini golf experience. That meant, not one of the newly revamped, posh, places where they served Red Bull and had indoor laser tag games. So she'd gone online last night and used her mediocre computer knowledge to track down a mini golf place that was more like the ones she used to go to when she was a kid. She had borrowed Fred's car at the last minute, realizing that taking a car would be crucial. The place wasn't super close.
When she'd called this morning to make sure that the place was open on weekdays, an old woman on the phone assured her in a cheerful voice that not only were the open, but they served the most praiseworthy deluxe hot dogs and lemonade in the state.