want_take_have | 001 - Every time that I wake it's like I only wake into a dream

[she dreamt of a picnic.

Mayor Wilkins was there. Happy. Whole. Cracking his stupid, corny jokes that should have made her roll her eyes...except they didn't. There was a nagging sense of deja vu, like she'd seen this before and it hadn't ended well, but they finished their meal and he talked with her and...nothing happened. It was perfect.

She was content enough that she laid back on the grass and closed her eyes, just enjoying the breeze against her face and the fact that, for once, she didn't have to be on edge.

When she woke, she could still feel the hint of that breeze. An illusion, of course. Something left over from her imagination, because you didn't get wind in prison cells. She kept her eyes closed though, trying to pretend, because she wasn't quite ready to let it go...except there was a dull ache between her shoulder blades that wouldn't let her fully relax. Finally, she swore, grit her teeth, and opened her eyes-

...And stared.

It takes a few minutes of quietly freaking out before she finds the journal, and a few more before she gets ahold of herself enough to attempt to use it. She was from Sunnydale...She could handle screwed up. She'd figure it out as she went. Right?

When she actually speaks, she sounds pretty chill, especially to anyone who doesn't know what she sounds like when she's wigged.]

So...not saying I totally buy the whole "this is real" thing, 'cause this is all kinds of messed up...but pretending I did...where's a girl gotta go to get a hard drink around here?

[because she really, really needed one]

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...You know B.

[it wasn't actually a question, but she waits for an answer all the same]

Everyone does.

[It's said carefully.]

Including yourself, it would seem.

[...she can't help it. That gets a laugh. A humorless one]

Yeah. We got a special bond. [I try to sleep with her boyfriends. Or kill them. She tries to kill me.]

[He hears that tone.]

Well. Then you'll agree she's the last person to ask to make you a drink if you want to get drunk.

...Fair enough.

[honestly, she can't really imagine Buffy and alcohol in the same sentence, but making that image mesh isn't really high on her list of priorities]

...We are above Seventh Heaven. Come if you like.

[There.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[ she's been monitoring faith's public conversations; concerned. archie's catches her attention. ]

slayer -- and not always the kind who plays nice with others.

tread carefully.

--BS

[He bumps up the filter. Really, Buffy, you'd think with all your practice...]

You must cease this importing of dangerous women from your world, Buffy.

[ hey. codes are will's thing. ]

Believe me -- If I could? I would. Or I'd at least stop bringing the ones most likely to go on a homocidal rampage.

I'll take care.

Could be a false alarm -- haven't figured out her when yet. But it's not looking promising.

PS my drinks are fabulous. Don't lie. Not even to crazies.

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I never lie.

Liar.

Also on your head be it when she inevitably trashes your bar, btw. Girl knows how to deal damage.

It is not my bar.

[It's Ginia's. He can't stop holding out for her.]

But I shall be vigilant.

I trust you.

[ three very big, very important words. she scribbles them quickly and then goes back to fielding conversational disasters from faith. ]

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