Who: Buffy Summers and Ruby What: Fries & Beer When: Late evening Where: The best place for fries and beer, according to Ruby Rating: PGish? Possible language Status: In progress
Every now and then she had a sad realization about how much her social life sucked. She didn't mind by now. Buffy was aware she had a calling, and a destiny. But in a reality where she wasn't sure there even was any Powers That Be, let alone other slayers or demons she knew, why not take a break? She'd had a single beer with Andrew when she'd first arrived, but then she'd passed out on the couch. Since getting here she'd spent most nights, wondering on useless patrols, training, or working with Andrew to get this exorcism down. Something that still wasn't going so well for her. At least he knew what he was doing.
Fries, unhealthy deep fries with ketchup and salt. It was what she wanted, along with beer. It wasn't like she ate like this everyday. Actually, she usually ate quiet well. Eating junk only happened rarely, and now she was more than looking forward to it. She was meeting Ruby, which would be interesting. The local demon. She'd knew some demons at home on a more friendly basis, though it had been years since she'd seen them, of course. So getting to speak with Ruby could be interesting.
Her heals clicked on the floor as she entered the bar. It was pretty dark, seemed clean enough. Quiet atmosphere. Didn't even stink too badly, which was nice. A few men watched her walk by with a bit too much attention, but she ignored them. Chances were she could throw them all over the bar in ten seconds or less.
She pulled off her light sweater and tossed it into a both, before sitting down beside it and picking up a menu to look at the beer list. So many choices. It only seemed like thirty seconds before a waitress came around. Placing an order for two large baskets of fries, and two beer drafts, she sat back and waited. She almost felt edgy with her scythe, but it was as safe as it was going to get. Tucked in behind three rock salt lines, multiple crosses, behind a secured motel room, and she was pretty sure Andrew was just next door. He was supposed to shoot anyone that went to close. What? She was protective. </center>