Who: Juliya and Angelus What: Just staked some vampires When: Friday, July 23, 2010 8:30PM(EST Time) Where: A Bar in Greenwich Village, New York, NY Rating: R(Violence and Mild sexuality) Status: Complete
She is slightly fatigued. Her group of slayers were doing something Faith had once taught her, to find a nest and take out vampires before they kill any innocent. She was just emerging from a subway exit and into the daylight of the big city of New York. She's slightly dirty from the fight. The nest was in an abandoned Subway Station that a group of vampires took over from homeless people. God she can still remember the smell of piss and death. Buffy did warn her that the life of a slayer isn't exactly glamorous, but that was kind off nasty. Still, she was alright. No one in the cell was killed today and oddly, she did not smell herself this time.
The only casualty is her leather jacket. It was torn by a vampire who clawed her. She pulled off the torn leather jacket and tosses it in the trash. thankfully, it wasn't her favorite and it's summer. She was just in her white blouse and black leather pants with her bag. She couldn't wear her holster with stakes in the view of the public. Too many questions and possibly an arrest would be a possibility. No, she's not taking any chances. She nods to the other slayers, telling them to go home and rest silently. They nod back and split in several directions. She, however does not go directly home. She could use a drink and she wants to smoke her blu-cigarettes and drink.
She enters this local bar and she sits down in her favorite corner. She pulls out her pack of cigarettes and she pulls out one of them and she puffs on it. It oddly glows blue rather than red on the end. She exhales the smoke. A waiter comes and she just nods. "My usual." He nods and smiles as she hands him a $50. He walks away as she puffs her cigarette. She looks around at the other patrons. She thinks that these people have no idea that a few of them could have died tonight had she not worked. As she looked, she moved her hand behind her head and pulls out a pin and tosses her hair from side to side, allowing it to flow down her back.
The waiter returned and gave her a glass and a bottle of vodka. He put in a few cubes of ice and left. She opened the bottle and poured in the vodka in the glass and she sipped it. She then used her thumb to crack each knuckle as she had flashbacks of the battle she had under the streets. She remembers them screaming out 'SLAYERS!' as they approached them. She remembers much of the blows she exchanged with them before she staked them with her nightsticks. She smirked as she remembers the sight of them turning into dust as the roar of subway cars passed them. Of course, no one in the cars saw, being that they were moving so fast that it would be impossible for them to see in the dark. She's also smiling because tonight, she did not have to take another girl to the hospital tonight as she drank her vodka. This drink is her personal reward to herself for a job well done tonight.