WHO: Andrea Rojas (and OPEN to anyone who really wants to talk to her) WHAT: Contemplating, Eating Three Musketeer bars, and watching television. WHERE: Her apartment, her room. WHEN: July 24, 2009. Last night. Ratings: PG, or TBD if someone tags in. STATUS: Completed as a narrative; but open to tagging.
Andrea idly threw the wrapper of the Three Musketeer bar into the tiny trash bin that was right next to her bed. Laying flat on her stomach, her legs bent at the knee, moving every once a while just because. Reaching into a bag, Andrea scrummaged looking for another Three Musketeer in the variety pack of chocolate bars. Today was a night in. Those were very rare for her. Even rarer when it was a night in that was completely voluntary, and pre-meditated, rather than a spur of the moment kind of thing. It could be said that, maybe, it was a bit arbitrary. Random because of the reason. Random because it could have been avoided. Random because it was actually being done. By her. She very rarely ever missed a night out as the Angel of Vengeance. If she had a "night off" it was more that she started later or stopped early. However, with this potential threat and Buffy wanting people to go out in groups. She didn't know ... she decided to be cooperative. Not that it was foreign for her to work with others and to do what was wanted of her. Despite what most would think. It was just that was what she had gotten used to doing in every aspect of her life-except as an intern in Daily Prophet-for the past few years. This waiting on the cue and orders of someone else was weird.
Like for example she knew that she needed to talk with Buffy about what she did as AoV. She wasn't giving that up. Nope sorry. She didn't think that she could give that up. To her there was no point in giving that up. Because the only person she was putting in harms way was herself. Which was fine. Not that she had a death wish. Exactly. She didn't. It was just that, it wasn't something she would be willing to quit. She didn't think she could, not since she made the realization that it was something she needed to do. It was a compulsion. It was who she was and there was so many things that drove her to do what she did every night. Some that she acknowledged, others she avoided, and some more reasons that she didn't even quite realized.
She wondered if Buffy would make her go with someone. Well, actually Buffy couldn't make her do anything. And Andrea really wasn't risking taking someone out with her every night just so she could have back-up. If she encountered Alistair? Well then so be it. There were probably people who would argue that mindset. But bringing someone really wasn't an option. Even if it was. Who would she bring? Buffy? Weren't slayers supposed to stick to non-human beating ups? Clark. Right because 24/7 of Kent was good for anyone's sanity short of Lois. Kara? Maybe but the thing is Kara didn't know and Andrew would like to avoid telling more people. She had her secrets and maybe they were silly. But they were hers and she wasn't quite ready to let more people in. Yet. Because who was she fooling? It was her. No matter how hard she tried .. in fact the harder she tried to avoid people, there was always a part of her that doubled back faster and harder to let them in. All that aside there was no one. And not going wasn't an option. Not anything that would be heeded.
Flipping the channel, the thoughts were momentarily forced out of her head. Typically she taped it but it was great to have it on right now. To be able to catch it. It wasn't the best novela she had seen by far. In fact considering who the producer was, she had expected much better from him by half. However, the actors did their best and it wasn't all bad if you took certain pieces. And hell, even if you considered the whole of it. It was a very interesting telenovela. Besides. Music! Andrea had the biggest soft spot for musicals. She had never encountered a Hispanic soap quite like this one. It was a rare episode where someone wasn't singing something. Even if off-key and without music.
The opening bars, in guitar, of the novela introduction started and she shrugged grabbing a Snicker. They weren't so bad. "Vale mas un buen amor ..." She sang softly along. Looking forward to the hijinks of Quintina and Don Agustin. And to the overly dramatic, completely cheesy, but highly sweet romance between Los Hermanos Reyes and Las Hermanas Elizondo. Most especially her favorite pair. Oscar y Ximena.