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It had been a rough couple of months dream-wise for Buffy. Constantly reminded of the love she’d lost in dreams, things had taken a turn for the worse when he’d ended up losing his soul. Of all the things to lose. What sort of world did she come from, or whatever the origins of the dreams meant, allowed for that to happen?
Not wanting to face the bittersweet nostalgia and the horror-tinged atmosphere of her dreams, she had become incredibly reckless. There weren’t regular droves of vampires for her to go out slaying, so Buffy’s energy had been re-purposed and directed toward gratuitous amounts of exercise, martial arts training (though her body had seemed to learn it from the dreams), and nights out on the town.
The trick was to do it with friends. So, when she picked up Asami for a evening of shopping, yummy food, and some booze-laced dancing, she was in a much happier state. Alcohol didn’t help kill the dreams, and she had a much harder time getting tipsy at all now that she had become a slayer like in her dreams, but it helped her forget.
Arriving at the club later on that night, Buffy closed the car door and waited for her friend to join her. It was ridiculously cold to be out in the dress she had on, so she bounced from side to side to stay warm until they could get inside.
“Ready to knock ‘em dead?” She asked, teeth chattering. “Preferably in a snow-free zone!”
Asami had finally found a little balance in her life, finally. Between work and hanging out with new friends, she wasn't driving herself crazy anymore. So a chance to hang out with an attractive friend? She wasn't going to turn it down. Buffy seemed like she needed to release some pent pent up energy, and Asami was more than happy to help. Her own dreams had come to a stop, leaving her hanging on what looked like a happy ending. She'd earned it. She'd lost her father, nearly lost her company, watched the city nearly burn... She'd earned it. But the problem with dreaming about happy endings is that they left you wanting for something you couldn't have. And that was a fact that made Asami need this as much as Buffy did.
She got out of the car, joining Buffy in line. Her dress was only an inch longer than Buffy's and too thin for this weather, but perfect for the heat of the club. "We'll knock 'em dead and leave them begging for more. You look good."
Running away from her problems wouldn’t get her very far, deep down Buffy knew that. It didn’t stop her from trying. To avoid thinking of the dark haired man that left her high and dry in this life haunting her dreams as a murderous vampire hellbent on destroying the world, was that really so wrong? So much of her life had been spent being sad, she just wanted happiness to last for a little while. It didn’t matter that it was aided by alcohol and loud music deafening her ears.
At least she wasn’t doing it alone.
Grinning at Asami, Buffy gave her friend a nudge. “Think our killer looks can get us in faster? This totally seemed like a better idea on paper. Cold is evil. I live in California to avoid the cold, yet here we are…” But, if she started grumbling about the OC, it would only drag her down.
At least the line was moving quickly enough.
“I’ve got an idea.” Asami led Buffy to the front of the line, and after a moment of two sexy ladies and a $100.00 bill they got inside. The music thudded through Asami’s chest and she put an arm around Buffy. “Drunk dance or both?”
“Look at you, hotshot,” Buffy said teasingly, not at all complaining about getting inside so swiftly. She certainly wasn’t one to exploit her friends, but for clubbing purposes and escaping her problems? She could make a tiny exception. Glad to be inside nonetheless, Buffy gave the question a fraction of a second of thought.
“Both, obviously,” she grinned, giving Asami a tug toward the bar. “I’m buying! Whatcha want?”
Asami didn’t mind being exploited. Friends or a pretty friend or just regular friends, she liked feeling useful. She liked feeling as though she was contributing somehow. It was different from feeling used and Buffy didn’t make her feel used. “Drinks first? Surprise me, nothing too sweet!”
“Need the drinkies for the buzz,” Buffy nodded. Granted, it took much more to get her remotely intoxicated at all since she’d received her vampire slaying abilities. Buffy didn’t have a taste for anything strong, she much preferred the so-called girly drinks. Noting her partner in crime didn’t, she gave Asami a mock salute. “Roger that!”
Turning back toward the bartender, she ordered a Sex on the Beach for herself and a Mojito. It was easy enough to get his attention in her outfit, for which he was in swift receipt of an eye roll when he looked her up and down. With a genuine enough thank you, however, she opened a tab and presented Asami with her drink.
“Mojito for you and Sex on the Beach for me,” she introduced, then faltered. “Not that, er. This is kind of the worst name for a drink next to the Blowjob ever, huh? Hope that one’s okay though!”
There was strong and then there was strong. You wouldn’t catch Asami drinking Whiskey straight up, at any rate. Though she’d cut a hot figure doing that, like one of those dames from old detective movies. Slinky dress and all. She tasted it and nodded. “It tastes fine, thank you. So you enjoy sex on the beach, huh? Won’t sand get everywhere?”
It was lame and Asami was lame and she knew it. She turned her eyes towards the dance floor, thanking the gods she was bisexual because everywhere she looked there was something nice to look at.
“Yay, three cheers for Buffy,” she said with a mock toast for good measure. Just as she was about to drink, Asami’s comment registered and she nearly choked on a laugh. “Bwuh? No! I mean, yes. Probably. I wouldn't know, I've only, y’know. Made out on the beach and there were minimal sand issues.”
All things considered, Buffy recognized that she didn't have much of a track record in the dating department. Nothing that turned out well in the long run, anyway.
“So! The night’s still rapidly improving, right?We’re not doing so bad!””
“Trust me,” Asami said. She managed to not blush, somehow. “Sand gets everywhere and it’s not worth it. I mean it’s worth it at first but then it’s not worth it. Which is probably TMI but you know.” She drank back half of her drink.
“Someone’s got beach history,” Buffy teased gently, nudging her friend. “I won’t press! But hey, so long as it was a tiny bit worth it, that’s what counts, right?”
Kicking back the rest of her drink, Buffy reached back to deposit it on the bar. Rubbing her hands together, she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, eager to get out on the floor. “Drink, drink! We have a dancefloor to kill and grabby hands to dodge!”
“Just a tiny bit.” Asami held her fingers together an inch apart. She shook her head, laughed, and knocked back the rest of her own drink before grabbing Buffy’s hand. “First hand that goes the wrong place and isn’t someone I want touching there gets cut off.”
With an appreciative laugh, Buffy gave her a mock salute. “And a foot in the face from me, which is possibly deadly in these shoes!” No matter how many encounters she’d had in the OC outside of clubs with demons or vampires, it had yet to deter her from wearing stilettos for a night out on the town!
Following her friend to the dance floor, the drink serving its purpose to warm her (though certainly wasn’t enough to inhibit her), she fell right into the swing of the beat. It was going to be a great night, wandering hands be damned!
The thought of Buffy kicking butt in heels and dresses was an attractive one to Asami, on several levels. She grinned a little to herself. “Stilettos, sexy and deadly. A good combination.”
She watched Buffy for a moment, before falling into rhythm with her. Let loose, forget, have fun. It had been way too long for her.