Post by willy on Feb 12, 2013 7:39:01 GMT -6
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If it was anyone but Buffy the cute blonde slayer Summers, Willy would have probably told her to hop down from his bench. Say what you like about the weasel bartender but he was still one who thought that allowing someone to sit on his bench, well it wasn’t very professional and he still did despite his usual patronage, he still liked to keep his place somewhat professional. Still this was Buffy Summers and Willy would be lying, if he said that he didn’t like the blonde slayer sitting on his bench, the truth was she and Angel has beaten him so much that the slimy bartender has began to like it, and the slayer sitting on his bench may or may not be one of his many fantasy’s, something that he wouldn’t be telling them because for one the brooding vampire may actually murder him, and two, well the slayer might actually do the same thing.
He couldn’t see the vampires’ hand that was on the slayers lower back, though despite how distant they seemed, the weasel still got the feeling that they were close maybe closer then they have ever been. Willy hated to admit it because these two made him nauseated at their lack of affection, though this was mainly Angel’s doing because Buffy had attempted to lean in to the caveman browed vampire, and show her affection to him. Maybe it was either his confidence that Angel knew that he could probably very well get any girl he wanted, he was like two-hundred and eighty—three-hundred, he’s ought of been able to pick up a few tricks for his tall, dark and mysterious thing he had going on. Maybe it was more the fact that Willy couldn’t even get one girl, and here Angel was not appreciating what he had, in his opinion a fine specimen of a blonde.
At first as Buffy told him that he better not serve her students again, otherwise much pain would be inflicted upon him, Willy at first wasn’t sure who the slayer was talking about. But then realizing that there were only two students in his bar, even he was able to gather that she was talking about the two teenagers seated in a booth. Willy may not be the most moral person, and serving drinks to those two teenagers seated not too far away proved that point, they weren’t really his probable anyway so he just assumed that they would be able to take care of themselves, he moved out of home quite early after all and look how he turned out. “If’ya catch me again kid, so does this mean that if you don’t then it’s okay?” Willy knew that he was probably being an ass, but he just found it too much fun when the blonde slayer and brooding vampire were here, it seemed as if it was way too easy to get a rise out of them.
Apparently getting a rise out of them tonight proved to be success, especially with his real man remark directed toward Angel, the caveman browed vampire, Willy quite liked the real man comment and so he failed it away for use in the future. Although it did earn Buffy slapping him on the back of the head, not hard and it was softer then what the vampire would have done to him, but damn it hurt, however the weasel began to feel nerves as the slayer told him, that she would make sure to tell everyone in this bar that their secrets weren’t save with him, but also that she would code the department of health and have this place shut down, being that this small humble place was his life, Willy was really getting scared because either Buffy was one hell of an actress or she really would follow through on both threats.
Still the weasel couldn’t let either of the two heroes seem him sweat now could he, “What’ya talkin bout kid, there’s no one more trust worthy in this small town then ya’good pal Willy.” A lie, yes, but it was only a lie if somebody was willing to pay him, but generally the bartender wouldn’t make any mention of any secrets that he had, so really it was only a small lie that he told them. “Ya’won’t find any bar much cleaner then this in Richmond, but I would prefer if you didn’t get the department of health in here, they mightn’t look to fondly on my clientele.” Willy told Buffy again calling her bluff as he told her how clean his bar was, as he saw a cockroach run across his counter in the corner of his eye, so acting casual hoping that Buffy didn’t notice Willy turned and placed an empty class upside down over the cockroach.
Willy was determined to see the duo’s threat soon, about not need his help to find the hell god known as Glorificus, and it looked like he wasn’t going to say a word as he watched them turn and head toward the door, with Willy feeling as confident than ever that they would be turning around now, walking back and begging for his help. “Okay, okay don’t go I’ll talk!” it came out as a rapid response almost pleading, in Willy’s own pathetic way because try as he might, the weasel needed to feel useful and he needed these two violent individuals for that. “Listen kids, I don’t know much but I may have heard something small ya’know. See I heard from this demon who comes in on occasion, real short and ugly looking, like a vampire, sorry big guy.” The weasel started leaning into his bar to whisper to the short slayer and tall vampire, not being able to resist one last jab at Angel. “But anyway, this demon, well he’s a real drinker. He may have in his free mind told me of some mansion.” Willy paused to allow the information to sink into his two favorite guests to his place, because he really didn’t know what the information meant but hopefully they would.
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Word Count - 1,020
Tag - Buffy - Angel - Open
Notes - Hope this was alright I wasn't really feeling this post.
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