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[thewillowwitch]

Who: Willow
When: October 13th 9:00PM
Where: Willow’s fortress
Invited: Swindle, Gavin, Spike, etc

Willow woke up, late in the day, having a very restless night, haunted with various dreams. She stood, nude, her long red hair hanging in tangled curls down her back as she stepped into the shower. The bathroom was black onyx with platinum fixtures and

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[plays_in_shadow]

The hardest thing about being a vampire, was the whole reflection business, Gavin thought. He was just so devastatingly handsome, it seemed utterly tragic that he alone could not gaze on his masculine beauty. His chiseled features cut from marble, the lynx-like sinewy strength of his muscled body. Tragic.

Sighing dramatically, he answered his mistress' call. It didn't seem right, her hollering for him like that-- as if he was some normal underling. Didn't she realize how lucky she was to have him around? How essential his support of her was to keeping up her little kingdom of Sunnydale? Perhaps he really ought to inform her.

"Yes?" Gavin asked tiredly, leaning against the door frame and regarding Willow. "What is it?"

[thewillowwitch]

she looked over at Gavin.

"Hello Gavin, where have you been!!!!! I'm been yelling for hours."

[demon_brat]

Moving so fast that his talons skidded upon the floor, sending the small imp into a tailspin, Swindle burst into the room. His out-of-control trajectory sent the red demon into a wall, which brought him to a final and sudden halt.

"Ouch oooohhhh Swindle's head," Swindle said, grasping his head. He staggered to Willow and threw himself at her feet in supplication. "Swindle is late! Swindle is sorry! Swindle had a very stressful week and all of the people Swindle knows are acting very funny."

[thewillowwitch]

Willow looked at the little red demon.

“I want this dress.” pointing to the cream colored gown in the magazine. “ Also I want Faith. I want her boots. They are so much nicer then anything I have. Get them for me Swindle!!!!!!!!!!”

Willow’s smoky voice purring into a high pitched whine as she went on her tirade. “ and I want Spike’s leather trench. It would look so much cuter on me. I mean it was made for a woman not some blonde vampire. And Gavin, I want your blue and black Hawaiian shirt. It would be cute with harmony’s silver sling backs. I WANT THEM NOWWWWWWWWWWWW!” willow’s envy was over taking the red head quickly.

[demon_brat]

"ARRR! OOOHHH!" Howling in alarm, Swindled tumbled over backward, landing on his back. The Ephebus demon's eyes were huge, the size of platters, and his mind was racing like a hamster on a wheel.

"This dress!" Swindle snatched up the magazine and tore out the page, tucking it beneath his arm. Easily done, Swindle knew how to order from the Internet.

"Faith! And her boots!" Hopefully, if he delivered the slayer wearing her boots, both requirements would be met.

"Spike's leather trench. Who is Spike?" Swindle asked, rushing at Gavin. A leap carried the little red demon to Gavin's chest, and spindly fingers began to work the buttons on the vampire's shirt. "Take it off! Quick!"