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Summary: An ex-vengeance demon drinks and muses at a bar. (20 minutes with Anya challenge)

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Harry Potter > Anya-CenteredLaurenFR131625011,18117 Apr 0417 Apr 04Yes
Title: Bar Musings
Author: Lauren
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Anya and the Buffy universe belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. The Harry Potter universe belongs to J.K. Rowling and the WB.
Summary: An ex-vengeance demon drinks and muses at a bar.


Anya let out an unhappy sigh as she sat at bar having a drink. Things right now just sucked. Xander had left her and at the alter no less.

Hallie and D’Hoffryn tried to console her but nothing they said offered her any comfort. Hell D’Hoffryn even offered to make her a vengeance demon again. Where was that offer when Giles smashed her amulet a couple years ago when she actually wanted to be demon? He always did have horrible timing.

It seemed so long ago when she was demon, when she didn’t have all these stupid feelings. She had actually grown used to them being around making her wanting to do things that she never would have considered doing when she was a demon. Like Xander. Now it was too late, Anya had actually grown used to and even liked having those completely useless things that made her human.

Except for times like right now when things like those stupid feelings made her want to cry. Stupid tears.

No she wasn’t going to she wasn’t going to give Xander the satisfaction of know that he affected her. Anymore than he probably already knew. It’s been two months there should be time limits on how long your feelings could make you feel like crap.

Maybe she made a mistake rejecting D’Hoffryn’s offer. She didn’t have to worry about feeling like this, like she was sub-standard. What was so wrong with her that Xander would reject her especially on their wedding day? He said it wasn’t her, it was him, right. How could she believe that it was the oldest line in the book? She couldn’t even begin to count how many former clients had that said to them.

She needed another drink, “Barkeep, yeah you, I need another,” Anya said to Tom the bartender. She watched as he filled her glass and then stopped, “You call that a drink? That’s more like a shot. I’m paying good money here I’m not going to be taken advantage of like that,” Anya nodded in satisfaction as Tom continued to fill her glass.

She looked out of the corner of her eyes and saw a man staring at her. Anya took a big gulp of her fire whiskey and looked at the man staring at her and snapped, “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a jilted women drowning her sorrows in alcohol before?”

“Oh I was wondering what it was that made you so sad,” the man with sandy brown hair replied as he looked over at her.

“Why were you thinking about me? I hope you don’t think that just because I’m in a bar after being dumped in front of all the wedding guests means I’m desperate because I’m so not. Not that I wouldn’t have sex with you. I mean you are a decent looking British man, kind of like a semi-younger version of Giles, but I’m not about to have sex with someone I don’t know that well. I’ve just been hurt you know.” Anya replied looking at him now.

The looking pretty bewildered by her statements, “What?”

“Well I said you were good looking but I’m not about to have sex with you sorry,” Anya shrugged.

“I wasn’t propositioning you-“

“What? So I’m not good looking enough for you to have sex with?” Anya interrupted.

“No, no you’re very beautiful and…Let’s just start over. Hello I’m Remus Lupin,” the man said as he held out his hand.

Anya examined his hand then gripped his hand in an enthusiastic handshake, “Anya Jenkins.”


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