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She entered the bar, O’Malley's, with slow sluggish steps. She was tired. She was beyond tired! She wasn’t even sure why she was in the bar. After a hard patrol she should go home and sleep. But like Faith once said, slaying makes you hungry and… Well yeah. This time Buffy was looking to take care of the hungry-part. She was absolutely starving!
She took a seat at a round table, and motioned for the waitress. A bubbly blonde girl came to take her order.
“Hey! My name is Christy, what can I get you?” Her high-pitched voice hurt Buffy’s ears.
“I’ll just have a hamburger and some fries, thanks.”
“Coming right up!”
She left and Buffy groaned at the perkiness of the girl. Once she was like that, but she was glad she grew out of it.
A silent chuckle caught her attention; a man sat at the table next to her. His shoulders were shaking with laughter. She studied the man for a second, he had salt-and-pepper hair, cut short. He wore plainclothes, but Buffy knew right away that he was military. She’d become good at spotting them since she moved to Colorado. They were everywhere!
“Is something funny?” She asked him after his laughter subdued a bit. He looked up at her and smirked.
“I come here quite often, and somehow, every time I get stuck with that ray of sunshine that just took your order. I’m glad that someone else got stuck with her.” He explained.
“Oh, so you like seeing people being tortured?”
“Of course, what sane person doesn’t?”
Their banter continued easily until Buffy’s food arrived.
“There we go! Enjoy!” Buffy could have sworn that the waitress actually SKIPPED away.
The man looked at her uncertainly for a second. He then stood up and walked up to her.
“Do you mind if I sit down?”
Buffy pondered for a moment, and the man looked like he regretted coming over.
“On one condition.” She said, “If you take care of Miss Bubbly the next time she comes over. I think I’ve had enough of her.”
He grinned and pulled a chair out. “I think I’ll manage that. I’m Jack by the way.”
With fries in her mouth she smiled sheepishly. “I’m Buffy.”
Jack stole some fries of her plate and popped them in his mouth. “Nice meeting you.”
Despite being tired Buffy had a wonderful time, she liked Jack. He had a great sense of humour. She didn’t care about the age difference, but she noticed that Jack did at times. She hoped he would snap out of it, because she would love to see him again.
Jack was in the middle of telling her a story about his co-workers (edited of course, she had learned that most of his work was classified) when his phone rang. He pulled out his phone and sighed when he saw the caller ID.
“O’Neill….I’ll be there in ten minutes… Yeah, bye.”
He looked at her sadly. “I have to go, there’s some kind of emergency at work. I’m sorry, but I had a great time.”
“Don’t worry, I understand.” She hesitated a second. “Maybe we can see each other some other time?”
His face lit up. “Of course! I’d love to.”
She rummaged through her bag, looking for a pen. She looked up, victorious, with a pen in her hand. She quickly wrote down her number on a napkin and handed it to him.
“I’ll call you. And I’m so sorry.” He said, a smirk playing on his lips.
“About what?” She looked at him confused.
“Well… Miss Bubbly is on her way over.” He gave her a grin and then hurried out the door.
“Damn it!” Buffy stood up, leaving money on the table and she too hurried out.
“Thank you, come again!” She heard Miss Bubbly shout after her.
* * * * * * *
“For crying out loud!” Jack exclaimed when he came out of the cave they were exploring. He was dripping wet and holding something in his hand.
“What’s wrong, sir?” His teammates quickly came to his aid. In his hand Jack was holding a napkin…that was as wet as he was. The only thing they were able to read was a lonely 8. The rest of the ink was slowly disappearing.
“And I never learned her last name!”