(F)Lie To Vamps

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“Oh, gods, it was just gross,” Buffy complained, making a face.

“Did ya hear what his happy thoughts were?” Faith asked, disgusted.

“There were happy thought? No, wait, I do not want to know what a vampire's happy thoughts were.”

“A stable of cheerleaders, all for him.”

“Ew. Wait... Could be worse, actually.”

“What, like vamp guts all over the place?”

“Yes.”

“So, do you think this is really list-worthy? I mean, gross, yeah, but... really?”

“Did you see the mess?”

“Yeah, but it was vamps.”

Hello: Jimmy Choos. Look at them – they're ruined.”

“Girl, if you're going to wear expensive shoes on patrol, then you deserve to have them ruined. That's on you, not Little D.”

Buffy sighed. “I guess. But it's just so tacky,” she pouted.

“Tacky doesn't make the list.”

“You sure about that?”

Faith looked around. “Yo, X! Does tacky make the list?”

“Glory-tacky or less tacky?”

“Dead Jimmy Choos,” Buffy offered.

“Less tacky,” Faith rebuffed.

“Less tacky doesn't make the list. I've got to keep it down somehow.”

“See. Impartial judge. Not list-worthy.”

Buffy pouted, and stalked off to see if she could somehow reclaim her shoes.

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~Tell vamps they can fly~