I watched the two guys at the table. The two that I was serving, and yes I was a waitress here at this little diner. This wasn’t my first choice of jobs but I needed the money and hey putting that you were a Slayer on your resume doesn’t exactly land you the job you want. With no experience other then the bit of waitressing I did when I ran away
(
Read more... )
Comments 25
Folding my hands I looked at her straight in the eye. She was cute. She had this small town naive look to her but it was overshadowed and looked like she knew more then she let on.
"Yeah, Sammy's my brother." I looked up at her. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
Mind if I fuck you?
Reply
Reply
"Do you remember the one family that sat up at the counter there oh, about...a half hour or so ago? The father with his two children?"
My hand found my pocket and I pulled out my wallet, looking down for a moment before pulling out my "Detective Winchester" card and sliding it across the table to her so she could see I was all official. Besides, it would only increase her attraction to me. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask her, "Well, do you want to fuck me?" Personally, I was eye-fucking the shit out of her.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
She was attracted? Or did she say attacked? Attractive? I was never a very good listener. Not when Sam was on my mind. "Can you hold on?" I was getting a call. I pulled out my phone, flipped it open and put it to my ear. "Talk." It wasn't Sam. And it also wasn't somebody I'd let Buffy know. I didn't even say her name. "Hey...no, no, I'm good. Yeah, uh, can I call you later? Yeah, thanks."
I hung up with the unnamed woman and turned back to Buffy. "So, what is your story anyway? Girl learns there are demons and then...wait a minute."
I was flashing back. It happened from time to ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Whether she was little Ms. Likes-to-fight or not she was hiding something. Whether it was how truly attracted she had been towards me or if she were hiding something different, more of a slaying variety but she wouldn't budge.
The girl had a poker face that would break a man's spirit...and legs that wouldn't quit.
"So, Ms. I'm not the Slayer but knew one back when, what is your story? And not the blurb in the newspaper story but the lifetime cry your eyes out, boyfriend went bad type story. Those are much more interesting. Believe me."
I paused.
"Not that I know anything whatsoever about Lifetime television shows, movies, or channel premise." Deeper, Dean, deeper. You're getting in deeper.
Damn Sam and his Lifetime. Damn Sammy to hell.
Reply
Leave a comment