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Summary: -20 minutes with Anya challenge- Anya in New York

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Television > Law and Order: SVUfayetonicFR181276022,91925 Apr 0425 Apr 04Yes
Title: Screaming Orgasms


Author: fayetonic


Rating: R to be safe


Distribution: FF.net, TtH, etc…


Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Law and Order SVU. Buffy belongs to Joss, and Law and Order belongs to SVU.


Spoilers: Season Six for Buffy


Authors Note: 20 minutes with Anya challenge.


Summary: Anya in New York.

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Started: 1:15 am


Ended: 1:35 am


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Anya sighed before draining the last sip of her alcoholic beverage. It had been one week since Xander had left her at the altar. It was one week of non-stop tears and dozens of used tissues One week of sleeping alone at night on a stiff hotel mattress. After a couple of days of mourning, the blonde decided that she needed leave; to get far away from the hellmouth and from the memories. So here she was a week later drowning out her sorrows in a bar in the upper Eastside of New York.

"Hey Bobby-boy, I need another refill! So stop flirting with that prostitute and move your firm ass over here!" Anya called impatiently, gesturing to the empty glass.

Bob the bartender signaled that he’d be there in a moment.

The ex-vengeance demon sighed again, although this time in frustration.

"Aren’t you a blunt little creature?" a voice voiced from the right.

Anya twisted towards the direction, catching sight of the gray-haired man.

"I’m human, thank you very much-," she started, watching as the fellow whom wore sunglasses nursed his drink.

"And furthermore I am bl…" Anya continued, only to be interrupted by the firm ass bartender Bob.

"What can I get you?"

"A screaming orgasm would be nice, since it’s the only action I’ll be getting tonight," she answered, not looking at the bartender.

She was rather focused on Mr. Broody. He’d give Angel a run for his money

"I’m John, John Munch," John greeted, holding out his hand.

"Anya," Anya answered back, grasping John’s callused palm.

Maybe she would get some action tonight.

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End


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