A Depressed Slayer is a Talkative Slayer
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Me no millionaire. *looks around at messy room and paint supplies on every surface* *shakes head* Me own nothing!!! Kay?
AN: Side story to my “As Long As You’re Mine” story about how Buffy and Edward meet. *grin* This is in answer to all you who asked “Well…how did they
meet?!” This it.
AN2: I might actually have a plotline for this! *looks toward heaven* Miracles do occur! (If I don’t, this is a one-shot. *sheepish smile*)
Buffy had her head on the table, wanting to sink into the floor at all the things running through her brain, drowning her in misery. But she knew better than to get drunk-which is what she wished she could do right now. A drunk Buffy was a bad Buffy. Images of a Cro-Magnon woman on a college campus leapt to mind, causing her to shake her head violently at the image and wish once again to drown herself in something other
than beer (even if it was the cheapest).
“Hey lady? You want a refill?” The bartender, a kind man who was being very protective of the petite blond at his joint, said to her in his gravely voice. His blue eyes were kind and a little gentle as he stood in front of her, the water glass in his huge maw of an appendage. He gave an almost nonexistent grin that looked out of place on his bear-like face at her nod. It disappeared quickly though when she didn’t look up to see it.
Buffy drained the glass when it came back, sending a grateful smile to the barkeep at his side look to her. He was a nice guy, if a little weird. But then, who was she to talk about others being weird? So, Buffy closed her eyes and drowned in memories.Xander gave her his patented goofy smile and shrugged helplessly as his eyes got just a little older by the minute. “You know me Buffy. I can’t stay in one place long without something to do with my hands. The company is gone…maybe I can start my own somewhere.”
Buffy fought to keep the tears off her face as she nodded. “Sure. I understand…ummm, would you mind staying with Dawn?” She had to ask, even though it broke something in her heart to do it. Even the thought of not seeing Dawn was enough to make her want to destroy a house. Again.
“Yeah. No problem. Me and Faith can take anything…”
Buffy was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a man sitting beside her. She didn’t have to look up. “You know, creepy older men hitting on younger women isn’t really a turn-on for me. Maybe you should try Brittany Spears. I hear she’s coming along quiet nicely.”
A snort and a cough as the man called for a drink. “No offense, but I’m married and have two kids.”
“Since when has that ever done any good?” Buffy groused, still hiding in the countertop.
“You need to talk?”
“I might. My name’s Edward.”
"Who gives a shit?"