WHO: Spike and Andrea Rojas WHAT: It's hot. And it's them. Probably name-calling and being irritating. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: Community kitchen STATUS: Closed/Incomplete Ratings: PG-13
Flip-flops. Flip-flops sucked when things got really hot. However, Andrea felt that it was a price that she would willingly pay just to see the amount of half-naked flesh running around. She was perfectly content to just look. Not to mention this was all funny. She wasn’t one to enjoy people’s discomfort-well at least not in general-and she had been rather embarrassed about asking Phoebe and Paige to work their mojo. However, it was fun and funny. It was amusing to see people simultaneously bitch and check each other out. It sure as hell amusing to see Sam glaring at anything and everything, like it was each and every single persons fault that he had to walk around in an A-shirt rather than his typical clothing style. Andrea personally thought that Sam just needed to relax more than a bit. Just like everyone else seemed to be doing. Whether in the apartments or outside of it. Which was great. She had been kind of hoping that people would enjoy this-not just Kara-and quite personally she would kiss Buffy for even thinking up all of this … if she didn’t believe that Dean would enjoy it way too much. And Buffy might punch her.
Still. As fun as all of this was, Andrea would be happy, she thought as she frowned at the freezer, when all of this was over in the morning. And people bought more ice cream. Because there was none.
She had finished up the little she had left and the community kitchen was completely out.
Letting out a little growl of frustration. She explored some more to see if she could find something. Squinting slightly she was certain that she did, after all, spot something that would be both delicious and cooking at once. Rummaging a bit and moving things around, Andrea stuck her hands deep into the freezer and wriggled around a bit until she pulled out a grape and blue berry ice pop. “Ah-ha!” She said, when she successfully gotten them unstuck. Placing the blue berry one in the door of the freezer. Andrea closed the freezer door so she could go eat the grape one. She had left a pinkish looking one in the back. That way no one could say that she took the last one.
Her fingers were freezing cold. But with how the heat was at the moment, she didn’t quite care. She simply put her thumb in her mouth for a moment, warming it before lightly blowing at her other fingers. Grape ice pop securely held in her other hands.
She did this as she was turning around. Almost missing the individual by the door way. Seeing him caused her to roll her eyes. He seemed to have the habit of showing up when she was in a good mood or a horrible one. Never when she was in a ‘you can’t bother me mood’ or a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ mood. Only that one time she’d caught him outside while she had been out looking for ice cream. … huh. Though Andrea had to admit that she was pleased that they hadn’t run into each other when she’d been split. Not that he’d have her do something horrible-as if anyone could get her to anything she didn’t want-she the good half had meant it when she said she didn’t think he was so horrible himself. But rather because he’d be there witnessing when she did. And then would use it as ammunition.
Opening the grape pop, she looked him for a moment, stuck it in her mouth, gave him a brief nod and then went about her business. Which was currently throwing away the wrapper.