If You're Looking For Trouble
March 4, 2005 7:46 PM
Buffy was curious about this place Willow kept going to. It wasn't a nice place, she knew that, but she was confident she could take care of herself. While the slayer wasn't quite sure where she was going, she'd managed to piece enough information on where it was from Willow and a few other witch-y types in the pub she was walking through.
The bartender was always kind enough to let her through to Diagon, only this time she wasn't going just for the shopping, although that was a huge perk. After walking a bit and dodging the people on the busy streets, she found the entrance to Knockturn. A little more snooping and she found the bar. Buffy made a face as she walked in. It wasn't the cleanest of places, but it almost reminded her of Willy's back in Sunnydale.
With a sigh, she walked up to the bar and sat down, casually glancing around. It didn't look so tough.
Marcus watched the woman who came into the bar. She was a stranger, yes, but not like the usual good witch who had decided to try slumming. For one, she was dressed in Muggle clothes. And she didn't glance around nervously. She was aware of her surroundings, but not cautious.
"What can I get for you," he asked.
"I don't do beer," Buffy said, still looking around. "I'll have some water, and don't try splashing me with the stuff. I saw Coyote Ugly. I'm allowed to have water like the fire chief."
She turned to the bartender and her eyebrows went up. "Though I don't see any ugly here."
He frowned in confusion as he poured her a glass of water. The request was the only part of what she said that he really understood.
"Haven't seen you before," he said as he set the glass in front of her.
"You're observant. It's because I've never been here before." She sipped the water carefully, half expecting it to taste like dirt. "And would it kill you to add a little lighting in here? How can you see anything? Who decorated this place?"
"The owner, I assume. And the customers seem to like it."
He went to the other end of the bar to pour Broughton another drink. The old sot had been having trouble with laughing fits since the munchkin slayer had visited. Marcus still had no idea why.
Once he was done with Broughton, he moved halfway back, close enough to keep an eye on the blonde without appearing too nosy. Tru was out on the floor, serving drinks and chatting casually to the customers.
Buffy made a face at the bartender's back. The customers clearly had bad taste. The more she looked around, the more open stares she was getting back. If she was making any of the roaches nervous, they weren't showing it.
"Well, well, what's a pretty thing like you doing so far from Diagon?"
She nearly choked on her water when she got a look of the guy that slunk up to her left side. He was wearing tattered clothing and a hood that covered most of his face, but what part of his face she could see wasn't appealing. "Wow, do you not know what a dentist is? That's just icky."
"You shouldn't have insulted me, you stupid bint."
Buffy had been around Giles and Spike long enough to know that being called a bint wasn't the best thing to say to a lady. She was prepared to let it go until the creepy wizard guy put his hand on her arm.
"You have three seconds to remove your hand or I'll remove it for you," she said in a steely voice.
When the guy made a move to grab her with his other hand, Buffy quickly wrenched her arm from his grasp and gripped the hand, twisting it around until she heard something snap. His knees hit the hard floor.
"Told you so."
Marcus was almost to the blonde when Rowles hit the floor. He stopped immediately and waited, watching to see what would happen next. She seemed to be handling herself well enough, so as long as it did not get out of hand, he was willing to let her deal with the man.
Grasping the now whimpering man's hand still, she used her other hand to take another drink of water. She always did get thirsty after some violence. When she was done with the glass, she waved it at the bartender before turning back to the man.
"Here's a hint. When a lady says to remove your hand, remove it. Are all you wizard types so pushy?"
"Filthy Muggle!" he snapped, and Buffy's brow furrowed.
"Your idea of an insult is to call me something that's put over a dog's mouth? That's weak."
Marcus snorted as he handed the refilled glass back. He'd used his wand to chill it this time, a sign that he liked the blonde.
"If you really want to scare him," he told her. "Then I know how to owl his wife. Rolinda told him she'd have his balls if he even thought about straying again." Rolinda would follow through on the threat as well. She was a scary witch, considering that she had never been a Death Eater.
Buffy finally released the wrist she'd been holding onto. "See? That's how you threaten someone. Bodily harm goes a long way."
She wasn't prepared for the guy to turn around and point a stick at her. No, it wasn't a stick. It was a wand, just like Draco had. And he had scooted out of kicking distance. Buffy made a face. "Damn it."
Marcus waited a beat, expecting to blonde to draw her own wand, or to do something else. Something other than look annoyed. When she didn't do anything, he pulled his wand and casually held it on Rowles.
"Fights belong outside," he reminded Rowles. "I get annoyed when my bar gets scorched."
Rowles snarled something foul and flicked his wand back to cast a hex, but Marcus beat him to the punch with a loud "expelliarmus".
He caught the flying wand with his free hand and pointed it at Rowles as well.
"Oh, excellent," Buffy said perkily. "I was hoping someone would take care of that for me."
She immediate hopped off her bar stool and easily dodged the weak punch the guy threw with a roll of her eyes. In retaliation, Buffy jabbed him in the throat with her elbow, followed by a swift knee to the stomach and a punch that sent him staggering. She knew she felt something break under her knuckles and grinned when she saw his nose was bloody.
Buffy would never kill a human, but she had no qualms about roughing up a douche bag.
Marcus rocked back on his heels as the blonde proceeded to beat the shit out of Rowles. It was definitely a sight to watch. The other customers were taking bets, and the general consensus was that the woman would win, hands down.
He used his wand to push a table out of the way before Rowles stumbled into it, but otherwise did not interfere. He had a feeling that the blonde was connected to Rosenberg and would be able to wipe the floor with any one of them, if wands were not involved.
Buffy was still holding back but didn't exactly pull her punches either. As the wizard tried to keep his footing after the last punch, she bounced on her toes before crouching down and leaning forward, waiting for him to make the first move. It was going to be sloppy and predictable, but she wasn't letting her guard down.
True to her thoughts, the wizard rushed forward, his arm already pulled too far back for a proper punch. His fist was clenched wrong and if he had managed to land a hit, he would have done more damage to his hand than to her. She was going to just side step him but he changed tactics at the last minute, trying for a kick instead.
It was aimed too high, but she could use that to her advantage. Using his forward momentum, Buffy grabbed his ankle when it came close to her and pulled him forward into range of her own kick that sent him flying into a wall and knocking down some dark curtains.
"Ha! Putting down a dirtbag and redecorating at the same time. Sometimes I amaze even myself."
She spun around and went back to the bar, drinking the water that had been refilled.
"If you broke anything, I'm going to have to charge you damages," Marcus said, scowling at where the curtain rod had been attached to the wall. Maybe he'd just hand over collecting it to Merton instead. It would be fun to watch the slimy man get broken in half.
Buffy made a face at him behind his back, yet again. He was so pissy. "Can't you just wave your stick and fix it?"
"Can you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "I wasn't the one who broke it."
"If everything I ever broken magically got fixed because I waved a stick around, I would be rich and Xander would love me even more than he already does. Sadly, there is no wand waving here. I leave the sparkling magic stuff to Willow."
The name was all the confirmation he needed. The blonde was a slayer. One of the people he was supposed to help, if he could.
"I never did catch your name."
Buffy smirked at him. "That's because I never threw it, Mr. Surly. What's yours? Aren't you guys behind the bar supposed to be social?"
"Not in this bar. But it's Flint." He flicked his wand to set the bar to rights again, including the curtains. "Free of charge this time."
This was the guy Willow talked about. He was also the one, if rumors were to be believed, that Pevensie was crushing on. It was cute. "So I would have to pay to find out your first name? What kind of place is this? I'm glad I got just a water."
"Marcus," he gritted out. "But no one calls me that. And fixing the curtains was free of charge. The water will cost you a sickle."
"What in the frilly heck is a sickle?" Buffy asked. "Is that the thing grim reapers carry around?"
She knew this one. It was money. "Oh! The coin things. Weird way to pay for stuff, if you ask me. What color is a sickle?"
"Silver," he replied. "And what's weird about it? Don't Muggles use coins as well? Pinch? Pince?" Muggle terms were not something he had ever bothered with, but a few things had trickled through. He knew that they had money. And that they invented ways to live without magic.
Buffy reached into her pocket and pulled out the coins she'd grabbed on her way out of the Council. Sliding a silver one over to him, she put the rest back in her pocket. Buffy stood, looking around the bar one more time. "My name's Buffy. Buffy Summers."
Summary: Buffy decides to visit Back Alley Bar.