Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jul 19, 2012 7:57:43 GMT -6
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Before she could say anything she heard her phone ring...unfortunately she couldn't find it. She checked her pockets quickly before realizing that it wasn't actually on her, nope, it was coming from the entrance to the alley. Holding up a finger to signal one moment she headed towards the entrance, finding her small clutch that had her phone, an ID, and a twenty in it where she had thrown it on the ground. She was lucky no one had taken it and made a mental note not to leave her stuff lying around like that again. She had enough trouble keeping her phone on, charged and remembering to bring it with her in the first place…the last thing she needed was for someone to take it and to listen to all the weird ass voicemails she got and read the random and slightly frightening text messages that she received.
That would definitely not be good at all.
Opening the clutch she pulled out her phone and groaned out loud when she looked at her phone log. Somehow she hadn’t heard the other four missed calls or the six text messages that she had received. Pulling up the first one was as far as she needed to get before realizing that her and Spike had to get back to the boarding house ASAP. Apparently there was a new potential there who was causing a huge stir and someone was going to get hurt if she didn’t get there and break it up. This was not at all how she wanted to spend her night but she had to do what she had to do.
Walking back towards the two men she smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry but we have to go. Trouble at my house and I have to go deal with it.” She told him before turning to Spike. “And unfortunately I’m going to need his help.” Pulling out a business card that simply had her name, her cell phone number and her address on it, she handed it to the man standing in front of her. “If you want to talk more give me a call or stop by. I can explain more and hopefully will have more time to listen and get some insight.” She told him before waving and grabbing Spike’s arm, dragging him with her.
She really didn’t want to go home and deal with awkward looks and hearing girls yelling, but a slayer’s job was never done.
Word Count:: 460
Tag:: Michael Guerin, Spike
Outfit:: Click here for Buffy’s Outfit
Note:: Sorry that I had to end this but my laptop crapped out on me and unfortunately it’s getting shipped off. I have an old laptop of my dad’s but oh good lord it’s slow. Lol.
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