Artwork Manip by PhoenixRaeDisclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
aren’t mine. I’m just borrowing the characters from these series to satiate this plot bunny idea of mine.PhoenixRae’s Notes:
This is a response to Challenge 1927: 20 Minute Challenge: 20 Minutes from the Roadhouse.
An idea for these two characters just formulated soon after I read the requirements for the challenge. Hopefully I did it some justice.PhoenixRae’s Beta: BluMisterie
- thanks a bunch as always!Summary: Xander met a very intriguing blond on a road trip with the Scoobies.Start Time:
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What’s Your Poison?
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THE PLACE WAS YOUR TYPICAL RUN OF THE MILL bar just off the side of the highway. It doesn’t attract the likes of Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan. No, it appealed more to drifters and vagabonds looking for a place to crash or drown their sorrows or both. For Xander Harris he came by this place by chance.
He, along with the rest of the Scoobies, was on a road trip after fighting evil and keeping Cleveland from becoming another Sunnydale. It was a cause for celebration, and on a whim, they took the yellow bus that saved their asses when Sunnydale fell apart for old times’ sake, and went on a trip. Of course they kept the darn thing in tip-top shape, with Robin keeping a close eye on the bus’s monthly maintenance; and with that kind of care, the big yellow clunker was good as new.
Dawn and Willow had a sudden urge to pee after downing more than their fair share of mineral water since their last stop this morning. This run of the mill roadhouse was the only place they came across; the place just opened its doors for patrons. What was meant to be a short pit-stop turned to an hour-long or so stay; Faith and Buffy were drawn into a game of pool by a couple of good-looking brothers. When they exchanged pleasantries and information the brothers – Sam and Dean – said they were hunters. Now hunters of what they didn’t say, just as Buffy and Gang said they were just tourists enjoying a cross-country trip.
“What’s your poison?” asked the spunky blond bar helper. She was holding a gray plastic tub filled with empty glasses and bottles.
Xander pried his attention from the girls and looked up at the pretty blond. Somehow she reminded him of Buffy when he first met the Slayer back in high school; but unlike Buffy, this one here was no ditzy blond. Wearing a black tank top with the wonderful F**K YOU! emblazoned across the chest part and that fierce glare, Xander could tell she was no pushover. She didn’t look like she was enjoying tending tables either, but that wasn’t his problem anymore.
“Nothing. Water’s just fine.” He smiled at the unfriendly girl.
“Are you the group’s designated driver or something?” she asked placing the tub of dishes on the table. She didn’t look like she was in a hurry to clean up after the other tables.
“Sorta,” he answered and looked over to where Robin was standing watching the girls play pool with the brothers. “But I want to make sure I have a level head in case a fight breaks out or something,” he added.
Jo cocked an eyebrow and without waiting to be invited, she slid into the seat across from him. She looked across the room to where the pool table was. Sam and Dean Winchester engaged a couple of pretty girls – a brunette and a blond – to a nice friendly game of pool that turned to a competition of some sort; now the brothers looked like they were losing a helluva lot of money from being schooled by the pretty ladies.
“What makes you say that?” she turned her attention back to the other male member of the small group that came in to the roadhouse just as they opened.
“Oh, let’s just say that my friends and I attract some sort of fight one way or the other,” he shrugged, giving her a vague reply.
Jo was intrigued. Something about him and his friends told her they were hunters too, but based on what she overheard them tell Sam and Dean, they were only tourists.
“Sure, whatever you say.” She pushed off the seat and grabbed the tub of dishes. She left the table and came back a couple of minutes later with a tall glass of dark liquid. Plunking it in front of Eye Patch Man, she couldn’t help but grin when he gave her a baffled look.
“Rum and Coke. On the house.” She cast another look at the small group having fun at the pool table then back at him, “I don’t think your friends and the brothers will end up brawling. They’re good people,” she reassured him before walking away.