Title: Playboy Blues
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Weiss Kreuz. I only own my very own demented little mind.
Angelus brushed back his hair, it had grown to about the level of his neck and he liked it that way. Leaning against the flower shop counter he mused on various subjects; his escape from hell, his realization that he wasn’t in his home dimension anymore, and the fact that he had had to grow up all over again… as a human, that had been a real bitch to deal with. But he did have his perks, mainly all those rabid fangirls that would cluster outside the shop whenever they could. Young, luscious girls with their heaving chests and hearts just bursting with life energy as they fought to catch a glimpse of him and his co-workers. He was also in it for the violence of the job. Being able to end the life of a scumbag without any repercussions made him think of good old Sunnyhell. The other ladies that helped them weren’t bad on the eyes either.
“Huh? What?” Being shot out of his daydream about an affair with some of those beauties in a torrid threesome by his ‘needs a good lay to get off his sister complex’ boss was a downside to the whole deal.
“Get to work.”
With a sultry smirk he ambled across the room to the nearest patch of admirers. “Hello ladies, what can I do for you today?”
“Ahh! Yohji-kun!” The surprised girls blushed and made half-hearted attempts at flirting with him as they swarmed.
Taking careful note of their apparent ages he shooed them away and disengaged the more persistent female clinging to his arm. “Ladies, now you know the rule! I don’t date under the age of eighteen!” Never going to make that mistake again, he thought as he half listened to the disappointed sounds his under age admirers made, he didn’t want to deal with over emotional teenage girls ever again, he’d learned his lesson.
Somewhere in California a Slayer sneezed.