Now it was Mal's turn to glare, but he tried to do it subtly, so as not to inflame the situation any further. No cause for him and Jayne to start mixing it up; tensions were already running a mite high.
"Be my pleasure," he said, trying to smile. He gestured to the bartender, indicating the four of them, and sighed a little inside. How's it happen that every time a man wanted to have a simple business meeting, turned out to be a booze-buying fest for all 'n' sundry?
'Course, this time the sundry wasn't half bad, so he reached for his billfold like a man, and leaned toward the blonde on the barstool.
Jayne smirked as Mal took out his billfold to pay for another drink. Long as it wasn't his cut of the profit from the last job, he was happy to keep the party going...
Buffy was having trouble figuring out just how many men were buying her drinks. There had been one. Then there had been a second. Now she was seeing at least 16, all merging into one another so that she felt nauseous and dizzy. How many drinks had she had?
"This better not be some strange 'Slayer Initiation' because I'm already the Slayer."
"Yes, I know." The pretty woman sat down next to her but thankfully didn't seem to care if she had anything else on her face. That had just been odd. "I've come with a proposition for you. I'm part of an organization that you might find will better suit your talents than... high school."
"I was part of an organization once. It was called cheerleading. I was a good cheerleader. Wanna see?"
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"Be my pleasure," he said, trying to smile. He gestured to the bartender, indicating the four of them, and sighed a little inside. How's it happen that every time a man wanted to have a simple business meeting, turned out to be a booze-buying fest for all 'n' sundry?
'Course, this time the sundry wasn't half bad, so he reached for his billfold like a man, and leaned toward the blonde on the barstool.
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"This better not be some strange 'Slayer Initiation' because I'm already the Slayer."
"Yes, I know." The pretty woman sat down next to her but thankfully didn't seem to care if she had anything else on her face. That had just been odd. "I've come with a proposition for you. I'm part of an organization that you might find will better suit your talents than... high school."
"I was part of an organization once. It was called cheerleading. I was a good cheerleader. Wanna see?"
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