Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:58 am
Will be trying to post when I get home from D*C. I'm half way home now. Stopped the night with a friend so we could get some sleep.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 2:14 pm
Bump! Waiting on a Michael and Buffy post!
Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:58 am
*Buffy*
He strolls over to me with the ease of a man who’s had women falling at his feet all his life. I try to fight back a grin. He’s got no idea who he’s dealing with. "So, what was that all about?" He questions with a warm expression. Before I know what’s happening he maneuvers me out onto the dance floor. How is it that he just charms the sense right out of me? "You made it sound like you were never going to come back at all." Flashing him a flirtatious smile I reply,
“I wasn’t planning on it ,but what can I say? I’m drawn here. Something about keg stands and Jello shooters intrigue me.” I tease while wrapping my arms around his neck. “Why did ya miss me?” I question with a flutter of eyelashes. I’m so good.
He strolls over to me with the ease of a man who’s had women falling at his feet all his life. I try to fight back a grin. He’s got no idea who he’s dealing with. "So, what was that all about?" He questions with a warm expression. Before I know what’s happening he maneuvers me out onto the dance floor. How is it that he just charms the sense right out of me? "You made it sound like you were never going to come back at all." Flashing him a flirtatious smile I reply,
“I wasn’t planning on it ,but what can I say? I’m drawn here. Something about keg stands and Jello shooters intrigue me.” I tease while wrapping my arms around his neck. “Why did ya miss me?” I question with a flutter of eyelashes. I’m so good.
Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:44 am
Dean
“I wasn’t planning on it ,but what can I say? I’m drawn here. Something about keg stands and Jello shooters intrigue me. Why did ya miss me?” I grin as Buffy wraps her arms around my neck and bats her eyelashes. Yeah, so what isn't suspicious about that?? She's up to something, and now I've got another chance to find out what.
"To be honest, I missed dancing with you. I couldn't very well dance out here all by my lonesome," I say with a smile, inside secretly plotting ways to get her alone and figure out what's up. "But I need another drink, how about you?" I ask, leading us over to the table, where I pick up another beer and down it almost instantly. I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, but she doesn't need to know that.
“I wasn’t planning on it ,but what can I say? I’m drawn here. Something about keg stands and Jello shooters intrigue me. Why did ya miss me?” I grin as Buffy wraps her arms around my neck and bats her eyelashes. Yeah, so what isn't suspicious about that?? She's up to something, and now I've got another chance to find out what.
"To be honest, I missed dancing with you. I couldn't very well dance out here all by my lonesome," I say with a smile, inside secretly plotting ways to get her alone and figure out what's up. "But I need another drink, how about you?" I ask, leading us over to the table, where I pick up another beer and down it almost instantly. I have a very high tolerance for alcohol, but she doesn't need to know that.
Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:58 pm
bump. 
Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 10:21 pm
*Buffy*
He flashes me that pretty boy smile that I'm sure usually gets him what he wants. "To be honest, I missed dancing with you. I couldn't very well dance out here all by my lonesome," He reasons with a charmed expression. This one is a clever one. If I'm not careful he'll separate me from my wits ,and thats my best attribute. Well, that and my hair. "But I need another drink, how about you?" He inquires while taking my hand and guiding me over to the table where he picks up a beer and downs it instantaeously.
Impressive. If that doesn't make him the least bit tipsy I'll be suprised. Taking a que from him I grab a glass and knock one back myself. Suddenly I'm filled with memories of the last time Buffy and Beer got up close and personal. To say that I lost my inhibitions is a bit of an understatment. Still having super powers has it's perks. I can tolerate and obsence amount of alchol without it affecting my judgement or altering my behavior. Still I could work the whole drunken co ed angle.
People find it much eager to open up and spill their secrets if they think there's a possibility that you won't remember it in the morning anyways. Hmm. "I'm sure you could have danced with any of the lovely ladies here." I gesture a bit wildly over the crowd. Yeah I could play this one up. Tilting my head skeptically to the side I challenge, "Why didn't you just ask one of them? A guy like you shouldn't be here all by his eyelashes... I mean self." I lean forward provocatively with a smirk before moving away in a teasing gesture.
He flashes me that pretty boy smile that I'm sure usually gets him what he wants. "To be honest, I missed dancing with you. I couldn't very well dance out here all by my lonesome," He reasons with a charmed expression. This one is a clever one. If I'm not careful he'll separate me from my wits ,and thats my best attribute. Well, that and my hair. "But I need another drink, how about you?" He inquires while taking my hand and guiding me over to the table where he picks up a beer and downs it instantaeously.
Impressive. If that doesn't make him the least bit tipsy I'll be suprised. Taking a que from him I grab a glass and knock one back myself. Suddenly I'm filled with memories of the last time Buffy and Beer got up close and personal. To say that I lost my inhibitions is a bit of an understatment. Still having super powers has it's perks. I can tolerate and obsence amount of alchol without it affecting my judgement or altering my behavior. Still I could work the whole drunken co ed angle.
People find it much eager to open up and spill their secrets if they think there's a possibility that you won't remember it in the morning anyways. Hmm. "I'm sure you could have danced with any of the lovely ladies here." I gesture a bit wildly over the crowd. Yeah I could play this one up. Tilting my head skeptically to the side I challenge, "Why didn't you just ask one of them? A guy like you shouldn't be here all by his eyelashes... I mean self." I lean forward provocatively with a smirk before moving away in a teasing gesture.
Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:14 pm
Dean
I watch a little impressed as Buffy downs one just as quickly, and let out a grin. Where on earth did this girl come from? Because she is perfect. Shaking my head, I try to focus on the task at hand. Get her drunk. Ask questions. "I'm sure you could have danced with any of the lovely ladies here." She says, gesturing wildly, and I smile again. Well, maybe step one has already been taken care of. She certaintly isn't sober.
"Why didn't you just ask one of them? A guy like you shouldn't be here all by his eyelashes... I mean self." She adds, her head tilted in an adorable way as she leans forward teasingly.
"You saying you like my eyelashes?" I joke, putting an arm around her waist, in case she gets the urge to tip. Because she looks to be a bit on the tipsy side.
"You need to go sit down somewhere?" I ask, playing off concerned. I really hope she agrees so we can go sit down somewhere and 'talk'. No, really. I mean, talk. I need to get this info or Sam'll be pissed.
I watch a little impressed as Buffy downs one just as quickly, and let out a grin. Where on earth did this girl come from? Because she is perfect. Shaking my head, I try to focus on the task at hand. Get her drunk. Ask questions. "I'm sure you could have danced with any of the lovely ladies here." She says, gesturing wildly, and I smile again. Well, maybe step one has already been taken care of. She certaintly isn't sober.
"Why didn't you just ask one of them? A guy like you shouldn't be here all by his eyelashes... I mean self." She adds, her head tilted in an adorable way as she leans forward teasingly.
"You saying you like my eyelashes?" I joke, putting an arm around her waist, in case she gets the urge to tip. Because she looks to be a bit on the tipsy side.
"You need to go sit down somewhere?" I ask, playing off concerned. I really hope she agrees so we can go sit down somewhere and 'talk'. No, really. I mean, talk. I need to get this info or Sam'll be pissed.
Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:26 pm
*Buffy*
His eyes sparkle with a look of victory. That's it. Let him think he's won. "You saying you like my eyelashes?" He inquires seemingly pleased and my indirect supposedly innocent compliment. Well, to be perfectly honest I really do adore his eyelashes. They are long and dark framing these incredibly soulful and yet heavily guarded eyes. Some responces I guess I won't have to fake. Dean circles his arm around my waist which ultimately pulls me closer but I'm assuming he done so to keep me from falling down should I get too tipsy.
I have to curb the urge to laugh whole heartedly. I've probably got more balance completely plastered then most girls my age do sober. Just comes with the gift I lovingly refer to as the curse that is being chosen."You need to go sit down somewhere?" He questions appearing worried about my general well being. Still there is a kindness in his gaze that leaves me unable to believe he wants to do me serious harm. I can't know that for sure though. Slayer instinct can only take you so far and I've been wrong before.
I'd never admit that readily to anyone so feel privileged. "Yeah sitting sounds good." I admonish attempting to through in a slur but I'm not sure I got it quite right. So sue me I'm a super hero not an actress. "Over there." I gesture toward a slightly dark corner with a love seat coach. I'm not entirely sure that I even want to know what I could catch off sitting on that thing after all this is a fraternity house but I guess I'll take my chances if it leads me closer to the answers I seek.
His eyes sparkle with a look of victory. That's it. Let him think he's won. "You saying you like my eyelashes?" He inquires seemingly pleased and my indirect supposedly innocent compliment. Well, to be perfectly honest I really do adore his eyelashes. They are long and dark framing these incredibly soulful and yet heavily guarded eyes. Some responces I guess I won't have to fake. Dean circles his arm around my waist which ultimately pulls me closer but I'm assuming he done so to keep me from falling down should I get too tipsy.
I have to curb the urge to laugh whole heartedly. I've probably got more balance completely plastered then most girls my age do sober. Just comes with the gift I lovingly refer to as the curse that is being chosen."You need to go sit down somewhere?" He questions appearing worried about my general well being. Still there is a kindness in his gaze that leaves me unable to believe he wants to do me serious harm. I can't know that for sure though. Slayer instinct can only take you so far and I've been wrong before.
I'd never admit that readily to anyone so feel privileged. "Yeah sitting sounds good." I admonish attempting to through in a slur but I'm not sure I got it quite right. So sue me I'm a super hero not an actress. "Over there." I gesture toward a slightly dark corner with a love seat coach. I'm not entirely sure that I even want to know what I could catch off sitting on that thing after all this is a fraternity house but I guess I'll take my chances if it leads me closer to the answers I seek.
Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:54 am
Dean
"Over there," Buffy says, pointing at this small couch in one dark corner, where the noise seems to be less loud.
"Okay," I say in response, and, arm still around her waist, I lead us over there and take a seat. I watch while Buffy takes a seat and sort of does so very abruptly and jerkily. Well, she's definitely drunk. Now I just need to further test this statement by asking her questions I'm hoping she'll willingly answer.
"So, Buffy. Are you drunk?" I ask playfully, grinning at her. "How many drinks did you have when you disappeared before?"
"Over there," Buffy says, pointing at this small couch in one dark corner, where the noise seems to be less loud.
"Okay," I say in response, and, arm still around her waist, I lead us over there and take a seat. I watch while Buffy takes a seat and sort of does so very abruptly and jerkily. Well, she's definitely drunk. Now I just need to further test this statement by asking her questions I'm hoping she'll willingly answer.
"So, Buffy. Are you drunk?" I ask playfully, grinning at her. "How many drinks did you have when you disappeared before?"
Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 8:10 pm
*Buffy*
"Okay," He states in response as his grip around my waist slightly tightens. I can't help myself but inhale taking in the spicy scent of him. Damn, it's been too long since I've been close to a man. I swore after Riley that I was through with guys. At least finished with the star crossed lovers concept. It's been a long time since I've truly believed that I may one day get to be happy in a relationship. Maybe being chosen goes hand in hand with being ultimately lonely. I just don't think it was written in the cards for me.
Still, there's nothing wrong with looking (or smelling) I suppose. As long as I don't touch we'll both be okay. He leads me over to the couch and I plop down in all my drunken glory. That should seal the deal."So, Buffy. Are you drunk?" He questions and however playful his inquiry seems I can sense the seriosuness beneath his gaze. "How many drinks did you have when you disappeared before?" In all honesty I've had quite a few but that didn't make me the least bit tipsy.
I need to answer in such a way so that no outwardly lying (as I am sure he would detect that) but not entirely truthful as it is. "I've had more than a couple." I answer with a whistful look. "Enough that most girls would have passed out by now." Running my fingers through my hair I attempt to soften what the stumbling must have set array. Staring into his eyes I find myself getting lost in their hidden depths. "I am in fact intoxicated." By him.
"Okay," He states in response as his grip around my waist slightly tightens. I can't help myself but inhale taking in the spicy scent of him. Damn, it's been too long since I've been close to a man. I swore after Riley that I was through with guys. At least finished with the star crossed lovers concept. It's been a long time since I've truly believed that I may one day get to be happy in a relationship. Maybe being chosen goes hand in hand with being ultimately lonely. I just don't think it was written in the cards for me.
Still, there's nothing wrong with looking (or smelling) I suppose. As long as I don't touch we'll both be okay. He leads me over to the couch and I plop down in all my drunken glory. That should seal the deal."So, Buffy. Are you drunk?" He questions and however playful his inquiry seems I can sense the seriosuness beneath his gaze. "How many drinks did you have when you disappeared before?" In all honesty I've had quite a few but that didn't make me the least bit tipsy.
I need to answer in such a way so that no outwardly lying (as I am sure he would detect that) but not entirely truthful as it is. "I've had more than a couple." I answer with a whistful look. "Enough that most girls would have passed out by now." Running my fingers through my hair I attempt to soften what the stumbling must have set array. Staring into his eyes I find myself getting lost in their hidden depths. "I am in fact intoxicated." By him.