Who: Buffy Summers; OTA What: Party Time! Or something When: November 4, 2010 Where: Bronze Rating: Pg-13 Status: Incomplete
The dim lights and the seductive strum of the guitar was pulling her to the dance floor again, but she restrained herself. Memories and emotions kept her locked down until a particular face entered The Bronze that night. She only wanted to dance with one person that night and numerous hinting should have guaranteed such, but despite his two hundred and plus years...he still didn't always get her hints. Sipping her diet soda from a straw, the blond looked around and once more sighed in disappointment. She wanted him to be here so badly.
A boy dressed in corduroy pants bumped her table and Buffy glanced up, frowning as she took in the very seventies outfit. Seriously? You would think if vampires would hunt here they would at least update the wardrobe once and awhile. With one last desperate look at the door (and normalcy), she pushed herself up and pulled a pool stick off the table. Numerous stares followed the petite teenager as she darted out the door into the warm night after the badly dressed vamp.
"Hey! Disco Dude!" she called and the vampire turned, grinning at her wickedly and allowing his fangs to descend as his face mutated into that of a monster's. He obviously had no idea who he was dealing with and the blond twirled the stick before sending the end sailing up and into his face, knocking him backwards into a small heap on the ground.