{indiana} In which Buffy and Xander stop at a diner

[an_attainathon]

"Xander, your hunger is not a national emergency," Buffy said, pushing the door open and letting it hit her best friend. Correction, letting said best friend stop it from hitting him while Buffy took a second to stretch out her neck and do a few stretches. It had been a long car ride in the first place.

"I'm just saying. Five hours is a long time

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[jstliketherifle]

Dean was tired. And out of gas. And starving. His head hurt, his ears were still ringing, and he needed to get to South Dakota. But he was mostly starving. He felt like he hadn't eaten in oh, forty years or so, and was ready to scrounge down some good old fashioned American grease.

The money he had taken from the register at the convenience store had gotten him pretty far, but he was running low on that too. He was also covered in dirt, and not the most respectable thing to walk into that diner, but thankfully so long as his shirt and shoes were on, they were willing to give him some service, and he was grateful for that.

Sitting down at the table she seated him in, he tried not to look too out of place. Or like he had just dug himself out of his own grave that morning -- whichever came first.

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"Yowsa," Xander said, the first to notice the stranger. Buffy looked in the direction Xander was looking. Had she said things like that, she would've, but she didn't, she simply sat there, unable to really say anything. Xander was staring. She was looking but he was staring and yep, there was a double-standard, but she didn't care.

"Xander," she said, chiding him.

"What? He looks like you did when you had to scratch yourself out of your own grave." Sometimes, she just...didn't get men. Funny men. "Too soon?"

Shaking her head, she stood up, telling Xander to order what he wanted before trying to nonchalantly move in the direction of the new and very dirty male's table.

"You alright?" she asked him.

[jstliketherifle]

Dean looked up at the blond, and if it had been any other day, he probably would have been more than happy to oblige her company, but since he was currently trying to figure out how to work forty years of Hell time into the four months that had actually passed on earth. And he couldn't do that with a pretty face being concerned for him.

"I'm just peachy, sweetheart. But thanks for askin'."

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"Anytime," she said, just as sarcastically. "Because, you look like hell." She held back, 'and as someone who's been there' as she let her hands rest on the top of an empty chair. "And if I were you, looking like hell, I'd want a helpful blonde to ask me how I am, possibly to help me. -- Hopefully, he'd be muscular." She couldn't help but stare into space for a split-second before returning to Earth. "So, are you actually okay or is this a post-rumble look for you?"