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Post by willy on Dec 28, 2012 20:24:03 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b] Willy stood behind the bar bench cleaning a glass with rag, he looked over his new bar of the same name as the last, and thought how lucky he was to be able to open a new demon bar. He just hoped there would be enough in this Virginian town named Richmond, so he could keep it open, from the looks of how things were going Willy knew that his bar would go alright. Even now on the day of the grand opening his humble little bar was booming, more so then even back in Sunnydale this new bar was packed full of demons and vampires, there was only one thing he wished though, and that was for even a couple of humans to visit his bar, preferably female of the blond variety, there was just something about blond that he preferred.
Willy was honestly surprised with how busy the bar had gotten in such a sort amount of time, it had basically appeared over night and the next day the bar was overflowing with customers. Seriously if you sure Willy’s old bar in Sunnydale, you wouldn’t think that the same person owned this new bar with how busy it was, and truth was he wasn’t at all use to a busy bar such as the new and improved Willy’s bar. He was running this way and right for most of the day, taking orders for his new patrons in Richmond; it was only now Willy had time to appreciate his new bar and take some time to slow down, which was much needed after his first initial rush of the grand opening.
But then Willy heard the bell as his door opened again tonight, to his surprised he saw a young blond girl enter that he hasn’t seen in a very long time, the bartender couldn’t help but look down her frame ever so subtly hoping she didn't notice, Willy hoped that this blond had gotten over her whole hitting people phase. “Buffy, how’s it goin can I get you anything? Drink!? He yelled over the loud noise of his new bar.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 29, 2012 15:05:59 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She had officially been avoiding Angel for about three days now. She had talked to Faith and she agreed not to say anything to anyone yet (though she had no idea if she kept that promise when it came to Spike). She knew that Angel had attempted twice now to talk to her and she had had some sort of excuse. She really had no idea what to tell him about the whole ‘she was never going to die’ thing nor did she have any idea how to explain to him what the oracles had told her about why they had fought and subsequently slept together right before she had been kidnapped.
She had snuck in after work and quickly walked up the stairs, luckily she didn’t think Angel had been home…then again she had no idea. She needed to get changed for patrol and then get outside since she had agreed to take a couple of the newer girls out on patrol this evening. She wanted to do a quick sweep alone though before she took them to make sure that nothing too crazy was out there. She had learned her lesson on easing the younger girls into this a bit more than she had been able to in Sunnydale.
Quickly throwing on a pair of black skinny jeans, black boots, a red tank top and her black jacket, she was good to go. Her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail simply for convenience sake and she was out the door.
Or she would have had two of the girls not come running in. I just saw two demons walking into a bar. Was the first thing they said and she quirked an eyebrow. She hadn't really seen any open bars recently being that this was the slower part of the year for most smaller businesses and none of them would cater to demons. “Where is it? I’ll go look.” She told them and once the address was given to her she was out the door. She quickly got to where she needed to go and was surprised when she saw the name of the bar. “Déjà vu.” She stated to herself before walking in and looking around, feeling as if she was back in Sunnydale about four years before hand.
Before she could even ask she heard her name being called and looked up, seeing a face that she recognized though it was difficult since most of the times she had seen him he had been covered in blood…though most of the time that was her fault. “Willy!” She stated, one eyebrow raised. “I’d ask what you were doing here but I can clearly see for myself. How did you decide to settle down in Richmond?” She asked, giving no pleasantries, straight to the point as always.
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Post by angel on Dec 29, 2012 19:11:15 GMT -6
It’d been three days since Buffy had died and she hadn’t talked to him about it yet. Several times he’d attempted to sit down with her and talk but every time she disappeared. Time and time again she had some excuse to leave…to run away and avoid answering all of his questions. At first he’d thought that perhaps she needed time. However she’d been talking to Faith a lot more as of recently…and that hurt him. How could she talk to Faith and not him? Angel had thought that they shared everything with each other. Normally she came to him with everything and anything despite how hard it might have been for her to talk about. Yet with this…with whatever had happened to her that night…she seemed unable to talk to him about it and that bothered him. In fact, it bothered him more than he liked to admit. He didn’t like feeling out of the loop and especially not when it concerned her and her well being. After all they’d been through he felt as if he deserved to know. How she didn’t feel the same definitely confused him, and hurt him as well.
Today when she’d come home from work, he’d kept his distance. He was sick of chasing her…trying to talk to her to no avail. If she wanted to talk than she would talk to him. Clearly she hadn’t so far but deep down he hoped it would change. However when he’d heard her leaving the house he hadn’t been able to help himself. Tossing on his leather trench coat, he sulked out of the house and followed behind her. Some of the potentials in the house had told her of a new bar catering to demons. Despite their problems he couldn’t help but want to follow her, to make sure that she was alright. Even if she didn’t want his help he would be there, lurking in the shadows and waiting to help her should she need it. The slayer was more than capable of protecting herself but sometimes situations tended to get the best of even the strongest champions. If that happened, he would be right there, ready to fight alongside her.
So Angel followed behind her in the shadows, always making sure to keep a safe distance between the two of them. More than likely she knew that he was following but she made no attempt to show it. When she finally arrived at her destination, they both shared the same confused look on their faces. The only difference was that Angel’s was shrouded in darkness while hers was underneath the fluorescent light of the bar sign. “Willy’s Alibi” had been a bar back in Sunnydale, one that had catered exclusively to demons and only the most daring of humans. With a scowl he followed in right after Buffy, never even letting the door swing fully shut. Probably startling her, he simply appeared directly beside her. The pure look of dislike was clear as his eye’s met with Willy’s. ”Willy…You couldn’t have taken your dive to another town?” he asked, his voice low and threatening. All the while he kept his eyes clear of the blonde beside him. The tension could have been cut with a knife…
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Post by willy on Jan 1, 2013 6:39:23 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] Buffy was straight to the point as usual asking him why he settled down in Richmond, Willy thought the answer was obvious, what with the amount demons and other supernatural beings in town, business was quite literally booming, at least more so then when he was in Sunnydale but then that wasn’t saying much. Still the bartender was rather surprised at the slayer’s question, it wasn’t as if she was blind to what was going on around her in this town, she of all people should have been able to see the amount of demons, vampires and other creatures it was more of a question of why shouldn’t Willy settle down here.
But that was only the start of why the weasel had decide to move to the town, because just like Sunnydale it didn’t take him long at all to get back to being the underworld informant that everybody here in Richmond grew to love all the same, well, in the demon world that was. In the demon world Willy liked to think he owned it, that in this world he was king and that without his information, demons would just be like him and every other human, even Buffy needed, not had to but needed to ask him for help. Now that was a good feeling, knowing that the slayer, the defender of planet earth needed to on occasion ask for your help, this was something that Willy savoured, but then most other times all it took was a swift punch to the face followed by a few tears.
“Isn’t it obvious kid? I can’t have my slayer going in blind. Besides its good business feeding folks information,” The bartender told the blond slayer mention demons as he would a human, in a casual tone and hinting that he too did his share of helping her save the world, even though he was just as surprised as Buffy to see her here in Richmond. Seeing Buffy again even if he wasn’t about to proclaim that he had a major crush on her anytime soon, it felt good to see her, but then that feeling also could just be because he was infinitely times more safer knowing that she was in town.
Then the vampire known as Angel and his leather black trench coat swept through the door without even letting it close, now here was a guy who oozed confidence and sex appeal like someone from the musical Grease, the only thing he needed was to swap his messy hair for a slicked back looked. Angel was a vampire who had far too much confidence for one demon or man, and, well, the weasel was just a bit jealous of his cool exterior granted Willy knew that this was mainly because Angel brooded and come on what girl didn’t find Mr. Dark mysterious and handsome attractive, Angel was every guys dream making him and every other male on the face of the planet look bad.
Angel though hasn’t changed one bit since Sunnydale, and the pure dislike that the vampire showed toward the bartender, it hurt him slightly. Willy thought they were friends or at least enough of a acquaintances to at least have a somewhat friendly chat. But instead what did Angel do, he threatens Willy and for what the weasel hadn’t done anything to provoke the brooding vampire. “Well ya’know me Angel’buddy, where there’s a profit to be made you’ll find me, and just so you know there are a few demons in this town in need of a bar.”
Willy had noticed the tension between the slayer and vampire as soon as Angel stepped beside her and what he was about to say was something that he had been contemplating saying since then, but this was also something that would surely result in him feeling pain. But this was a chance to mess with Angel, the Angel; a guy who brooded so much the word has lost all meaning, “Hey kid nice jeans you got on there,” he told Buffy.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jan 3, 2013 18:00:55 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Before Willy could get a word out she heard Angel’s voice from beside her. “Jesus!” She jumped, glaring at her…again…no idea what he was but oh well. “Angel I swear to you I’ve told you to make a noise…yodel…do something to announce your presence!” She told him, her heart racing. She wasn’t one to get scared often, or at least not the theatrical ‘holy crap you scared me’ scared that she was now but Angel popping out from behind her tended to freak her out since usually she could sense him when he was around. This happened back in Sunnydale numerous times and she swore she’d told him more than a couple of times to stop scaring her. Clearly he didn’t listen.
Turning back to Willy just in time to hear him make some comment about her not being in a bind she shot him a look. “Now Willy we both know that’s a lie. You had no idea I was here and if you did you wouldn’t have been so obvious about it since you never truly liked me being in your bar in the first place.” She shot at him, though the smirk on her face told him that she was more or less enjoying the banter, not really mad. Sure she wasn’t happy that he had opened up a demon bar in Richmond since it made things even that much harder to keep under wraps but she didn’t hate the weasel. He annoyed her, sure…but he did often have information that she could use.
The look on Angel’s face clearly was of a different story. It was obvious that the vampire despised the man behind the counter and while she wasn’t quite sure what the story behind that was it didn’t take much to guess. She had a feeling it had something to do with Willy handing him over to Spike in order to get Drusilla’s strength back all those years ago, but doubted that was the only reason. Speaking of which. “Spike will find it highly amusing that you’re here.” She stated somewhat offhandedly, not even thinking until after she said it what that comment might mean to Angel. Jesus, she could really be a blonde sometimes.
Reaching over she squeezed Angel’s arm gently, wanting him to know that she was sorry without saying the words out loud since it was clear that they weren’t alone. It wasn’t just them and Willy in the bar, there were several demons and vampires, all of whom were focused specifically on the three of them. God knows what a scene they were making but luckily no punches had been thrown…yet.
Looking down at her jeans for a moment to try and remember exactly what she had on she looked back up, catching a look on Angel’s face that she couldn’t quite decipher. “Uh. Thanks.” She stated, not really sure how to respond to a compliment on her jeans from a man who definitely wasn’t gay. She remembered clearly him asking if she and Kendra wanted to do some high quality nude work with a buddy of him back in the day so it was obvious he wasn’t batting for the same team. “Listen Willy, while we’re here. Just letting you know that I’ve got several slayers around that are young. If I catch you serving them I’ll cheerfully beat you to a bloody pulp. Understand?” She asked cheerfully, though there was an undercurrent of true threat to her words.
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Post by angel on Jan 5, 2013 20:10:30 GMT -6
Watching the slayer jump Angel simply raised his hands as if he meant no harm. Not that she didn't already know that but clearly they were playing the dramatics tonight. "Sorry" he replied, his voice low. Even though he had indeed been told about a million times to announce himself it seemed he always forgot. Angel wasn't really a "i'm here" kind of guy. Either he was or he wasn't and people would eventually notice one way or another. However he did feel bad that he'd frightened her. It wasn't the first time nor the last that he did but hearing her heart beat faster made him feel guilty. Xander had once made the comment that he needed to wear a bell around his neck like a cat. I didn't find it too funny...
Cutting his eyes back to the weasel behind the counter he simply looked at the man as if he was talking straight out of his ass. "Since when have you been on our team?" It was a valid question and one that they all already knew the answer to. Willy had always been on everyone's team. Usually whomever paid more, but he would sell the same information several times if it meant increasing his profit. Angel hadn't ever really been a fan of Willy. True, he did at times have valuable information. However more times that not he was simply a nuisance. Not to mention the location of the bar would bring more people into the downtown area of the city. And add to that, that it would make it harder to conceal the demonic presence in this town. Now he was just more irritated than anything else.
At the mention of Spike Angel raised raised his eyebrows to Buffy, before looking back to Willy. "If we get lucky enough maybe he'll finally kill you" Angel said. He'd once wanted to kill Willy himself. For a multitude of things but mainly for handing him over to Drusilla and Spike on a silver platter. Oh, and basically allowing Kendra to nearly kill him as well. Him and Willy didn't have a very good history to say the least.
Feeling a familiar squeeze on his arm, he looked down to her with longing eyes. The urge to reach down and grab her hand was high but he knew he'd probably end up needing it sooner or later. Things tended to get pretty violent in Willy's bar's. Hopefully the look would be more than enough to show her that he wasn't upset with her. Unfortunately enough Spike was a part of her life and he couldn't change that, just like she couldn't change Faith being in his. True the two were very different situations...but still.
At the comment about Buffy's jeans Angel glared at Willy. Was he purposely trying to get his face punched in? That could definitely be arranged... "Keep your eyes raised Willy or it'll be the last thing you ever look at" Angel snarled, clearly not in the mood to be taunted. Moving to take a seat at the bar, Angel sat directly in front of Willy and scooted closer so that no one would hear him. "We need information. If you're going to be here in our town, you might as well be useful." The emphasis on it being both of their town had been meant towards Buffy. He remembered their argument over towns and wasn't wanting to have a repeat of that. "Name's Glory. Hell god. Holed up somewhere in Richmond and I'm guessing you can find out where." Some of the demons in the bar seemed to be staring at them, and Angel knew they might have to end up hitting Willy to make this believable. He could live with that.
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Post by willy on Jan 15, 2013 7:14:26 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] Seeing Angel walk in unexpectedly followed by the slayer telling him off, not going to lie, but the weasel definitely enjoyed watching that as he leaned back on the bar watching their interaction. You would think for being a couple the two would argue a lot less, but then he had always enjoyed watching Angel get into trouble, there was just something about the vampire that was so, pompous, you got to give the guy some credit though, because his whole brooding, dark and mysterious nature never managed to get old and Buffy was still carrying the torch for him pretty heavily in fact, it was cute seeing the way they looked at each other, cute and somewhat disgustingly adorable.
But if there was one thing the bartender enjoyed it was the banter he and the slayer had going, and tonight seemed to be no different with Buffy saying that there was no way that he could have known that she was here. Leaning on his bar and acting friendly to her more for Angel’s sake then for her or him, he continued the banter.
“Yeah now that’ya say it I guess I couldn’t have known, maybe we’re just destined to be together me and you.” He told the slayer smirking slightly because he just knew that, that comment alone would be able to get to the uptight vampire, and that was always fun. But Willy was only doing this because he was certain that with Buffy beside him, Angel wouldn’t do anything that would result in harm to the weasel, call it a free pass if you will, at least this was what the weasel was hoping for anyway. As Angel asked since when he had been he had been on their team, “Words can hurt Angel, words can hurt.” The bartender begun mocking that Angel and cut him deep, “I would’ve though by now that I one of you guys, with how many times I’ve helped’ya, ya’know.”
There was no secret that Angel despised him it was written all over the vampires face, and he could hardly be blamed with what he had put the vampire through. That instance with Spike and Drusilla for one nearly killed him as the other two vampires attempted to get the vampirette’s strength back, and then another time when he had been so close to dying at the hands of the slayer named Kendra, and these weren’t the only times. Willy had really been, well, a weasel to Angel all throughout their time in Sunnydale, and highly amusing and talented bartender but a weasel none the less. In Willy’s defence though with the exception of Kendra, he was being well paid by Spike and who use to be his girl, and the bartender did always have a soft spot for that wonderful green stuff that always managed to cheer him up.
Buffy then mentioned Spike was in town and by the look on the vampire’s face, something that he wasn’t too keen on. “Spike’s in town, well next time ya see him kid before to tell him that he needs to visit his old pal Willy, I’ve even kept his kitten poker seat.” Again this was to get under Angel more than anything, seeing that just how much he didn’t like the slayer mentioning that, but the weasel also had a feeling that the mention of kitten poker would get at the slayer as well, two birds with one stone and all that.”Ya don’t really mean that Angel, you wouldn’t really want’ya pal Willy to get hurt now?” he asked the vampire at his statement with Spike finally killing him, turning the serious statement into a joke, because in his opinion the vampire really needed to lighten up.
Although to be fair the bartender did prefer the blond vampire over these two lovers, but then Spike did hit him a lot less as well. But then Willy saw the slayer grab the vampire’s arm and he just couldn’t resist adding words for the slayer, “yeah Angel there’s no need to go all broody, the kid’s sorry for bringing Spike, ya’old buddy up.”
Classic slayer Buffy threatening him about serving her young girls alcohol, like really did she really need to threaten him about this, because after all she was talking to Willy, a trust worthy guy if there ever was one. Okay so maybe the weasel wasn’t completely trust worthy times, but did the slayer really think that he would serve alcohol to kids, okay so he may serve alcohol to kids but only if they could pay and nowadays what kids could really afford to be buying alcohol anyway. “Buffy, this is me your talking too, a little faith that I’ll do the right thing please.”
The weasel’s eyes raised feigning shock as the vampire then snarled to as he warned the bartender to keep his eyes up, or the slayer’s jeans will be the last thing he ever looks at. “Calm down Angel, I’m only complimenting a friends clothing, perfectly harmless. Unless, of course ya’jealous.” The conversation then quickly turned serious as the vampire took a seat at the bar, directly in front of the weasel leaning in further to block sound out, as Angel asking about a Glory who was a hell good who had decided to take residence here in Richmond.
Finally getting his courage back the bartender walked toward the vampire, leaning his elbows on the bar acting like the confident Willy they everyone knows and loves. “Oh, yeah Glory, good gal, not as good as Buffy mind you.” He began as he tossed the slayer a wink. “But charming in her own way, but ya’see Angel it’s gonna cost’ya. But seeing as’ya an old pal it’ll only cost’ya one-hundred bucks?”
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jan 15, 2013 18:12:03 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She smiled at Angel, rolling her eyes playfully. "Yeah yeah. You know you love sneaking up on me." She told him, bumping her shoulder against his bicep since that was about how tall she was compared to him. She wondered if he was remembering numerous comments over the years about how he needed to announce himself when he came into the room. She even thought she remembered one time when Xander mentioned a collar or something but she couldn't remember exactly what. She might have to ask him later.
The blonde quickly shed her coat, leaving herself in a red lacy tank top, black skinny jeans and black stiletto boots. She knew that she looked like a typical club girl at the moment however what no one knew (other than Angel since he seemed to know all her hiding spots) was that there was a stake tucked into each boot and she had on more than one occasion used the heel of her boot as a weapon. It was one of the reasons that she had always beat out an opponent, because she used what was around her, she was resourceful.
Tucking her coat on one of the bar stools that was behind her she waited to see what the bartender would say, and she wasn’t disappointed. Well, technically she wasn’t disappointed by Angel since he was the one who commented on him being on their team. None of them had ever really gotten along, though she did remember during one of the times that the world was ending Willy did tell her to go find Angel and spend the last night on earth with him which she thought was sweet. Then again who knew if there was an angle around it or not but still, sweet nonetheless.
She knew Angel hated the reminder of Spike whether or not he had learned to live with him. "I doubt Spike will kill him. He'll find it too amusing that he's here." She told him conversationally, acting as if they weren't talking about the man's death right in front of him. Remembering exactly why the two (Spike and Willy) knew each other she frowned before looking up at the dark vampire on her right. "Did I ever kick Spike's ass for trying to kill you?" She asked, not really expecting an answer.
She refused to comment on the kitten poker seat for Spike, knowing that that was exactly what Spike would do. What would make it worse was that he would probably bring either Kathy or Faith and neither would end well. Kathy would want to keep the kittens (or at least she was guessing) and Faith would want to kill all the vampires and demons he played with. Neither were an option in kitten poker.
Hearing Angel's comment she quirked an eyebrow, not really understanding what the deal was. "Okay not that I ever dislike punching someone but what has he said or done that has made you angry now?" She asked under her breath, though still loud enough for the vampire to hear her. Wrinkling her nose at the statement about being destined to be together she looked at Willy before shooting a look at Angel. "I'm thinking he's talking about you and I what do you think?" She asked him with a grin, sliding her hand into his and squeezing it. Playing one further she leaned her entire body against his, cuddling her face into his jacket. She was overdoing it more than she would in public places normally but she was trying to make a point.
At least he got to the point. She thought to herself. Clearly Angel was not at all happy about being in the bar which made sense since he had never really been a big ‘Willy’s’ fan to begin with back in Sunnydale either. However he was right, at least they could get information if he was in…wait…he said ‘they’re’ town…not her town. It was a trivial thing but knowing that he considered it their town made her feel warm and fuzzy inside since it had been years since they truly shared a town together. Sunnydale had always really been hers and Los Angeles from the time he moved there was clearly his, so to hear he considered this ‘their town’ was something that went a long way to reassuring her that he was in this for the long haul…or at least for the moment.
She groaned when Willy stated that information would cost $100. She knew this was going to end with him getting a bloody face. Then again, didn't it always?
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Post by angel on Jan 18, 2013 23:50:49 GMT -6
As the blonde beside him moved to take off her coat, he noticed several heads in the bar turn. He also noticed Willy's eyes wander a bit and he felt his jawline tense up. Even though they weren't technically official or whatever they called it these days...he still considered Buffy his. Other people eyeing up what was his definitely made him slightly perturbed. If he said anything it would probably just irritate her too which made it even worse. So instead he said to simply wallow in his jealousy. She was a hard one to read, though most of the time he figured it out. Sometimes she was irritated with the jealousy and sometimes she thrived on it. It depended on her mood. Tonight it seemed like she was slightly getting a kick out of it - but he couldn't be one hundred percent sure on that fact.
Furrowing his brows at Willy's crude comment about the two being destined to be together, Buffy spoke before he could get the chance. It was probably better that way. Feeling her hand slip into his he looked down to her, watching as she leaned her entire body onto his. While he didn't hate it - he didn't truly like it either. Not he didn't like her touch, more or less he wasn't a fan of doing it to simply make a show of it. It should be sincere. He wasn't threatened by Willy, and she shouldn't have felt that he would have been. Nonetheless he nodded and looked back to the bartender. "I think he was. He'd be too stupid to think otherwise" he said gruffly, his voice deep.
Widening his eyes he shook his head quickly. It was a small gesture and one that could barely be seen - but it was there. "I vaguely remember you giving me up to another slayer. Or am I remembering wrong?" Before giving the man the chance to speak he interjected again. "That's what I thought." With this, he pried away from the slayer and sat on the bar stool. Her public display of affection had been nice but it wasn't what they were here for. There would be time for that later, much time for that later. In fact...probably more time than they needed to be together for. Nonetheless they still hadn't talked after their last incident - that needed to happen before they went back to their old ways.
Cutting his eyes to Buffy, he shook his head briefly. She hadn't ever kicked Spike's ass for trying to kill him. Nonetheless he turned back to Willy. He didn't need her to fight his battles for him. Since then, he'd kicked Spike's ass plenty of times. Neither of them chose to comment on the Kitten Poker subject. Honestly they didn't have time for the small chat and neither of them agreed with the game to begin with.
Angel gave Buffy 'the look' and didn't bother explaining why he was angry with Willy. If she couldn't see why, then he would explain it later if she needed him to. It was obvious that the man was hitting on her and he couldn't help but be annoyed by it. "Jealous. Of you? No. Just not in the mood to listen to you talk for the sake of hearing your own voice." Ouch. In the words occasionally used by Katheryn, Willy had just been burned. He'd never say that aloud or admit to knowing that phrase of course. However he knew it from her as she had used it before as a joke. It wasn't 'in' anymore and she'd been laughing at some television show. Apparently he needed to get out of the house more.
One hundred bucks? Wasn't happening. With one look to Buffy, he turned back to the bartender and tilted his head. For a moment he simply stared. Finally he sighed, and then reached forward. Grabbing Willy's head he smashed it back down onto the wooden bar. "How about you just tell me, and I don't do that again?" Everyone in the bar was staring at them but as soon as Angel made eye contact, they went back to what they were doing. Good thing too, Angel was in no mood...
::Tag:: Willy The Snitch, Buffy Summers.
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::Notes:: I know it was godmodding at the end - but I doubted you would mind since you enjoy Willy getting beaten up. If you want me to change it though I can, just let me know!
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Post by willy on Jan 24, 2013 0:37:40 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] Willy could help but let his eyes wander again as the blond slayer removed her coat revealing a pretty little red lacy tank top, she still looked just as good as when they first met, so obviously slaying and saving the world time and time again was good for ones appearance. This also reminded the weasel why he had offered Buffy and the slayer Kendra, some high quality nude work with a buddy of his; he had always hoped she would take him up on it, the work would have been real graceful ya’know not too revealing like the photographer moving body parts in positions that accentuated the photo.
He knew that he had Buffy would never work, well if it did ever happen Willy would be able to call spousal abuse but if the slayer kept wearing clothing like she was tonight he didn’t really much care. Although he would also like to meet Faith, maybe offer her the high quality nude work, the weasel just had a feeling that the dark slayer would take him up on it and also, he’s heard about the kind of clothing that kid wears, and it was clothing that Willy would definitely approve of.
Willy had a feeling that the one time he told Buffy to go to Angel, and spend the last night on earth with him, he was pretty sure that, that was a line from a song. But he wondered if the too broody vampire would treat him with a little more respect, probably not though but then he was the reason for the vampire coming close to dying twice, Willy liked to think however that he was one of the reasons why Buffy’s and Angel’s relationship was so strong, if it hadn’t been for him mentioning to the slayer to spend the last night with him, she probably would have never have thought about going to him.
With the talk about all this death, his death in fact the weasel wasn’t so much nervous as he was uncomfortable, as one would be. But this was more so the reason of him speaking to a vampire who was a little to happy to beat him, not to mention all of the other demons that visited his bar. Call him old fashion but the bartender just didn’t enjoy the talk about his death like it was nothing, especially when he just about spent every waking hour around the supernatural that could end his life whenever it pleased them, “if it’s all the same to you two kids, could we stop talkin bout my death.”
“Ya’question’s as good as mine kid?” the bartender said with a light shrug playing innocent that he has never done anything to the vampire, an obvious lie if there ever was one keeping his tone angelic like, “and after I’ve done so much to help you two kids.” Willy continued to play innocent, reminding them of the fact that he has helped them on numerous occasions, though the weasel’s underling motive was only not to get hit. He was hoping that if the violent duo reminded just how useful he was, then they wouldn’t hit him although even Willy knew that, that was unlikely.
The weasel then watched as Buffy cuddled up to her undead man, as she told Captain Broody that she thought that he was talking about them. He wasn’t but for the sake of not being hit Willy wasn’t going to correct her, even if he did kind of have some sort of feelings for the slayer, Willy just didn’t know what the feelings were. Whether they were love feelings or hate, maybe a bit of both, the only thing that the weasel could be certain of, was that over time he has developed feelings for the miniature slayer, Willy just didn’t know what those feelings were, but then Buffy did inflict pain on him a lot, so how could he not have some sort of feelings for her. “Of course I was talking bout you two kids, do’ya two really think I would mean any different?”
You would think that after so long Willy would have learnt not to eye ball people, but obviously he hadn’t and use to that Angel could move without you even noticing, the bartender didn’t even notice the vampire grabbing his head and yanking it down. Causing the weasel’s skull to go smashing down on his counter, with enough force to send the bartender to the ground, the impact of his big head impacting with the wooden counter was enough to drop the weasel like a rock. “First, owe! What’s with’ya and hittin. I’m surprised’ya don’t know where the hell god is.” Willy said as he used the bench to pull himself back up, as well as mouthing off that the vampire could really be thick sometimes, but then not everyone could know as much as Willy could.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jan 24, 2013 19:01:35 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She felt him tense when she leaned up again and it made her start, not really understanding what that was about. Sure she knew that she was overdoing it but did it matter? The last time she checked he wasn’t repulsed by her, then again maybe he was. The last time they had really been around each other (other than right after she had been brought back for the umpteenth time) was the night that they had slept together and while they hadn’t talked it out she hadn’t realized he was still pissed at her. She wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
Hearing his words she wanted to pretend like it made her feel better but it didn’t. “Hmm.” She stated simply, not really knowing how to respond. She went from almost having a bit of fun to wanting to be anywhere but here. Feeling him pull away from her she didn't say a word, simply stood there without saying a word. Or at least that was her plan for the moment. Seeing Angel sitting on a bar stool was awkward at best at which case she realized that he was doing so specifically to distance himself away from her.
She caught the shake of Angel's head when she asked randomly if she had kicked Spike's ass and shrugged her shoulders once. "I guess that's on my to-do list then." She told him without really looking at him. "Give me a vodka soda hold the soda." She told him with a glare, hoping that if they ordered something that would make him open up more. She wasn't sure if Angel had ever really seen her drink, not that she could remember, but she didn't care really. She was an adult and if he wanted to play these games where he pushed her away then she would do what she wanted to do.
It hurt her to hear that Angel wasn't jealous. Not that he had any reason to be however that didn't mean he couldn't pretend at least for her sake. It wasn't something that any girl wanted to hear because while it may not have mattered to him, it mattered to her. Just another reminder that realistically she was nothing to him.
She knew that Willy was uncomfortable talking about his death so she shrugged. "I'll stop talking about it when I stop experiencing my own. Can you make that promise? Nope, then I'll keep talking about yours. Makes me feel better." She stated, her mood clearly having taken a nose dive. She hated that her mood had turned around so quickly but that was what she got for caring what other people thought. Angel had always had that power over her and she briefly wondered if Giles was right. However before she even went down that road she pushed those thoughts back to the farthest recesses of her brain. She refused to think like that.
It was no surprise to her that Angel quite literally bashed Willy's head against the bar. She did nothing, simply watched, her posture and demeanor distanced from the entire situation. "Just tell us Willy. If you know something then tell me." She stated, changing the 'us' to 'me' simply out of habit. "You know you don't want Glory coming in here sucking out all your customer's brains. The longer she stays around the quicker you'll go out of business. You know your demon clientele don't pay very well so your human ones are the ones who you make your money from. How are you going to stay open unless you have human clientele coming in here?" She asked him, her hands on her hips with an eyebrow quirked.
Not caring if she was allowed or not she made her way behind the bar and reached up to grab a bar towel before putting some ice in it and pushing it to him. Still behind the counter she quickly jumped on top of it, sitting with her legs swinging in front of her. "Come on Willy. You know you want to tell us."
Word Count:: 716
Tag:: Angel, Willy
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Post by angel on Jan 25, 2013 20:49:02 GMT -6
The vampire's mood had definitely plummeted since learning that Willy was in town. That weasel had irritated the hell out of him in Sunnydale, and he didn't seem to be much different now. Some people never changed, as the saying went. Angel was beginning to understand and truly experience that saying. Willy was one of those people that had never grown out of his childhood. Whatever had happened to him to make him like this must've been pretty extensive. The man was annoying, slimy, crude, and overall just not a seemingly good person. Angel had a past of being the same way - but unlike Willy he'd actually changed.
With a casual shrug of his shoulders, he faked as if he was thinking about the man's request and then shook his head. "We could, but I rather enjoy it." The slayer was still standing behind him at this point. He knew that she was pissed that he'd pulled away. Hell, he could feel her eyes nearly burning a hole in the back of his damn head. However now wasn't the time nor the place to talk it out. Besides he hadn't meant anything by it. There wasn't some deep meaningful reason behind it at all. More or less he just didn't like public displays of affection, and never truly had. More so than that he really didn't like when it was forced. He wasn't threatened by Willy in the slightest so he wasn't going to show off to him because of it. If anything he should have been mad at her for thinking he'd be threatened by the slimy bastard, but he wasn't.
Behind him he heard noise, and the slayer slid into the stool beside him. As she ordered a glass of vodka he slid his eyes to the side. His eyebrows arched up, but he said nothing. Buffy hadn't ever been a drinker so he found it slightly odd. Perhaps she was doing it to get a rise of him? Another reason why he didn't plan on commenting on it. After a moment he lowered his eyebrows and turned back to Willy. Even though he wasn't looking at her he could tell she was pissed. It was simply radiating off her and for the life of him he couldn't figure out what he'd done. Sure he'd pulled away earlier but did she truly care about it that much? Obviously she had. There wasn't really a way to make up for it at the moment though.
Cutting his eyes to Willy he simply glared at him. "Funny. You keep mentioning how many times you've "helped" us. Yet I remember you having to be forced every time, just like you are now. Not very helpful if you ask me" Angel said simply. It was true though. Willy never willingly gave up information. No, he didn't start singing until he was knocked around a little bit. In all honesty it was fine with Angel, the whole beating Willy up thing. By now they were all used to it and accustomed to it. It was simply how the procedure went every time, and he didn't see it changing. Probably wouldn't have changed it if he could. A living punching bag was fun at times, when it didn't get too out of hand and the person deserved it.
Not wanting the slayer to continue to be pissed at him, he subtly reached across and pressed his hand to her lower back. Gently caressing the skin on her he kept his eyes trained on Willy, but let her know he was there for her as well. "Just tell us. We don't have all night, and I'd hate to have to hit you again." Sarcasm at it's best.
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Post by willy on Feb 4, 2013 10:24:21 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] Even Willy could see the tension between the slayer and the vampire, though being perfectly honest the weasel wasn’t in the least bit surprised with this, Buffy and Angel always seemed to have drama not too far behind them. True that he may have been the reason for some of that drama, the two still didn’t need the bartender for that, and in his opinion the relationship between them was confusing at best, it occasionally did his head in think about their off again on again, off again on again relationship, it seemed to be repeating it’s self. Still he had to give them credit for sticking at it, he didn’t know anyone else who would have given the other person so many chances, the two of them must either be blinded by one another or must really be destined for one another, maybe a bit of both.
Wasn’t like Willy cared much for the two being together anyway, they were just amusing to watch and even though they weren’t technically fighting and were at each others throats, even the weasel could see the battle of the wills going on silently between Buffy and Angel. He just about wanted to lean his elbows on the counter watching them interact, as the man’s ego began to rise up at the thought of the big brooding vampire potentially being jealous of him, because why else would he have pulled away from the blonde slayer. Unless they were really together but again Willy doubt this, because most times that he’s seen them Buffy and Angel were together, unless that was only what they wanted him to think to intimidate him although Willy also doubt this, because for one the vampire didn’t really seem like the type to try something like that, the weasel had always thought Angel to be a caveman with all the hitting he does, although that could just be, because of his large forehead that Willy thought that. Buffy seemed like a smarter kid then her colder other half, though it was still Buffy and despite the pain that she too could inflict, Willy didn’t really think there was much going on between her eyes most of the time, but then she was a blonde and the weasel did always love to stereotype.
With the amount of times that Willy’s been beaten, threatened and broken he should be use to talking about his own death, but even now like back in Sunnydale talking about his own death caused him to get a little twitchy, more so then usual. Call him old fashion but the weasel preferred to not think about the many ways how he would die, and considering his line of work and the information that he dealt with, that was vast. Even still the bartender was thankfully that he didn’t have Buffy’s job and he had to wonder how the kid did it, if it were him doing the things that she did daily, well Willy thought that he would either go crazy or well, he would pretty much just go crazy. “Ya’know kid, ever thought of settlin down. Perhaps in a nice house that has protective windows so that your on again off again boy, doesn’t well, bite the dust, maybe a white picket fence and all that. Leavin a painless Willy to his business, because ya’know kid you would stop experiencing your own, besides haven’t’ya done enough?”
Buffy wasn’t the only one to decline the weasel’s offer for changing subjects because the vampire also added something, which in Willy’s opinion was not needed, he wasn’t sure who he disliked more. The blonde slayer or the dark vampire, both had their share of dislikes but perhaps he dislikes Angel more, because Buffy does have the feminine features that he does love, but then Buffy was also stronger then Angel, this meant for pain for him so maybe he disliked the slayer more, it was too confusing. “Ya’know Angel pal, ever thought about ya’know, using words instead of fists. Or hasn’t Buffy taught you how to be a real man yet.” The weasel told the vampire with the humor that often gets him beaten up, playing with the whole Pinocchio wanting to be a real boy, because Angel wasn’t really a man. In a way Willy was playing dirty, hitting below the belt but it was what he had to do when it involved one of these two superheros.
“Well ya’do realize Angel, pal, that you’re the one who has come too me, not the other way round, ya’need my information to save the world, ya’need me, because I think you can’t figure the info out on your own. Can’ya blame me for tryin to capitalize on this?” the bartender told the vampire, although Angel was right about him always having to be forced and odds were that would never change, still the weasel tried to make himself seem decent even though that was too far gone.
After getting the slayer a glass of vodka, interested that Angel hadn’t tried to convince her otherwise, because Angel did seem like the type to do that. Deciding that he didn’t want nor need any more pain inflicted upon him, the weasel chose to answer their question, well kind of. “Ya’know you two, isn’t it obvious where someone like Glory would choose to build her nest so to speak?”
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Feb 5, 2013 8:00:54 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She was well aware that Angel knew she was glaring at him. He seemed to be one that had eyes in the back of the head as the saying went. Her mother had been like when she was younger, always catching her before she did anything. Heck there was a few times that she thought that her mother could reads minds since she seemed to know what she was going to do before she even had gotten any further in planning than just thinking it. She had asked once and her mother had refused to give up her secrets, something that to this day still irked her. Angel was the same way and she knew that he was aware that she was aware. Yeah, she could go on forever on that one.
After she slid up on the bar she felt Angel’s hand caressing her back. She was surprised that he didn’t say anything about her quite literally sitting on top of the bar but then again she didn’t know what he did and did not care about anymore. Okay so maybe she was acting a tiny bit childish but she couldn’t help but feel slighted a bit since he had pulled away. She may not be huge on the public displays, well no, that wasn’t true. She herself didn’t mind them but she had known long ago that Angel had never been one to be for them so she had learned not to mind much that they usually stayed clear of each other in public. However feeling him pull away as if he was burnt when she had been hugging him had hurt.
She felt her stiff muscles relax minutely as he continued to caress her soft skin however she unfortunately had to get down from the bar when she heard her last name being called. Looking over she caught sight of two students who she knew well from her work. She turned to Willy and shot him a glare. “If I catch you serving them I’ll be forced to jump in and give you another black eye.” She told him before slipping off the bar and walking around the other side. Walking to the kids table she quirked an eyebrow at the students, one of whom was already completely trashed. Great. “What are you two doing in a bar that I know you’re way too young to be in and why do you both smell like alcohol?” She asked, keeping an ear trained on Angel and Willy as she waited for an explanation from her students.
Sorry Ms. Summers. We were at a party and Joe got wasted. I was trying to get him home but my car broke down. I came in here to use a phone to call my parents but then I saw you. Was all she heard. She sighed and pulled out her cell phone. She would have offered to take them home herself but she knew that she had work to do tonight meaning that she couldn’t help as much as she would like to. “Call your parents. I’ll be here until you leave.” She told them, walking back to the counter. She was grateful than none of the current clientele were weird looking nor did they show any interest to her two students, something that one could never tell when walking into Willy’s.
She walked up just in time to hear Willy saying something about her teaching Angel to be a real man. Without even thinking about it she smacked him on the back of his head, not hard but not lightly either. "Be nice or else I'll make sure to tell everyone in this bar that none of their secrets are safe with you. Also I'll code the department of health and have the place shut down...then were would you be?" She asked, a tilt of her blonde eyebrow.
She sighed, annoyed by this conversation. “Okay, I’m bored. Guess I’ll go and find Glory without your help. Besides, it’s not like this town is all that big.” She stated, jumping back off the seat and heading over towards where her students were, taking her phone them when their parents got there. She could bet that Willy would call her back because he didn’t want her to not need him, then again she might have been wrong.
Only time would tell.
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Tag:: Angel, Willy
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Post by angel on Feb 8, 2013 13:03:13 GMT -6
As the slayer left the two alone, Angel shook his head and retreated back into the lobby. However it was only so that he could walk behind the bar. Slowly, and tauntingly, he started to move closer to Willy and they were both now behind the bar together. "I've found fists work better" he spoke, again, his voice taunting to the man. Although Angel could usually be one of the most patient people in the world he wasn't in the mood to be patient tonight. Especially not with Willy here, who seemed to be nothing other than stalling. Clearly he knew something and just didn't want to budge. Or maybe he just enjoyed being beaten, which he must have, since it'd happened to him so many times and the man never tried to run away.
Angel ignored the real man comment. It was just Willy trying to get a rise out of him and he wasn't going to let that happen. Willy wasn't even a blip on his radar and he wasn't going to take more time to prove him right. A part of him wished that Angelus had killed Willy all those days ago. As a champion he knew he shouldn't think like that but the man literally had nothing to offer the world. Nothing. Nothing other than being more trouble than he's worth and there were already more than enough people like that.
The slayer eventually made her way back over, and slapped Willy to which Angel couldn't help but smirk at. "Just tell us Willy. I'm not playing the guessing game." Clenching his fists he tried his hardest not to reach out and smack the man's head into the bar again. It'd been fun the short time that it'd lasted. Clearly Buffy was playing some sort of a game when she walked away, and Angel was willing to play it as well if it meant that they'd get something out of him. With a shrug of his shoulders he started to follow behind the slayer. "It won't take us long."
Throwing one last look to Willy over his shoulder, the two started to pretend to walk away. The few vampires in the bar eyed them as they moved. Clearly none of them were dumb enough to try something, which was good. Again he wasn't in a patient move. This was the last ditch effort with Willy. If it didn't work he was going to beat the information out of him one way or another. Maybe he'd even channel Angelus a little bit in order to really give it to him good. Buffy probably wouldn't approve but it was war and that meant all rules were out the window. They needed to find Glory and quickly and however he needed to do that, he would do it. Later on he'd deal with the consequences. Right now he wanted answers and he was more than determined to get them one way or another.
::Tag:: Willy The Snitch, Buffy Summers.
::Word count:: 511
::Notes:: Sorry this was so short. Seemed like forever since I'd posted to it.
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