Who: Alesta Summers, Spike, maybe Buffy Summers later What: Plan of potential of face explody When: Late evening, shortly after the message bored conversations Where: The Factory Rating: TBD. Some form of language will be used, no doubt Status: Incomplete
Parents located and told, check. And her father was reacting just like she predicted. Her brilliant and probably quite stupid idea was to jump him at the club. She knew exactly where it was, having been in it multiple times. She'd never been in a cage fight, her parents had banned her from it, at least for now. Any of the security that saw her trying to go for it usually had to haul her away. She was use to it by now.
The interesting part was that she actually recognized one or two of the staff. They were considered high up there in her time. They knew her best, except here, they had never met her. Getting into the club wasn't a problem. She'd been bypassing the age limit for a while now. It was finding her dad in the crowed that would prove to be the annoying part.
She fell into the crowed pretty quickly, her black leather jacket (bought for her by her dad when she turned sixteen) blended in pretty well with the dozens of other kinds much like it. Jean skirt, black boots, and a blue tank top that matched her eyes, that with her mass of curly blonde hair on a delicate teenage face, she didn't really blend in with the crowed any other way. But that didn't matter. She wanted Spike to find her.
Finally, finally, after threatening two demons, and shutting down two men that looked old enough to be her dad (a normal aging dad), she finally spotted the familiar profile. Moving through the crowed, she kept her eyes on him as she came closer, face blank as she approached. Now it would just be a matter if he saw her coming before she could reach him.