I know my fears control me

[prodigal_slayer]

Got myself all set up in some rat trap called the Sunnydale Motor Inn. Fourteen bucks a day, not so bad I guess. Not that fourteen dollars a day isn't more than I actually have. Did manage to sweet talk the guy at the counter into letting me stay one night free. It's just way too easy sometimes, turn on the charm and bat the eyes, making him feel

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[xx_queenc_xx]

Nothing like a night at the Bronze with the girls and of course the football team. Won the game, guys are in a great mood. I sat down at a table, dangling my feet from the stool, looking down at my new slamming shoes. I'm looking good, well that's a given, I always do. I am joking around with some of the girls when I see this new person

[wickedslayer]

This Bronze place was the kickinest joint in the Dale, which really wasn't sayin' very much. Boston had this place beat all over the place with clubs and bars. Though I gotta say, Sunnyd's got the title on baddest vamps. Least it's got one good thing goin' for it. Wouldn't want a bored slayer after all.

Walking through the crowd I kept tryin' to decide what to do first. Drink and a dance? Maybe in that order? I mean, highest priority tonight was finding someone to fuck. It's been a little while and a girl's got needs, dig? Sides I gotta have a little fun, only so much Oprah I can watch in that crappy little hotel room.

Halfway through the crowd a hot lookin' brunette slams straight into me, her drink spilling all over the two of us. Least I knew she wasn't Buffy. This girl had no slayer grace at all.

"Watch it." I warned her, dark eyes drinking her in. Well hello Miss Future Centerfold.

[xx_queenc_xx]

Watch it.

I look at the drink now spilled on my top and arm, then I look up at the girl who tells me to watch it.

"Me watch it?" I ask her strangely. "How about you watch where you're going. My top alone has to be worth more than... well, you. So you watch it." I set the glass down on the counter and give her a groan, wiping my arm and heading for the bathroom to clean up.

"The nerve of that skanky girl, bumping into me..." I grumble as I grab paper towels and wash off my arm and wipe down my top. "Acting like she owns this place and then trying to blame me for running into her, please, leather queen needs to step off." I throw the towels into the garbage can and turn around.

[prodigal_slayer]

I raised an eyebrow at the hot and mouthy little brunette giving me the death glare. Bitch did not just say that. Oh she did. Fuck. I was torn between threatening her or hitting on her. I couldn't tell if I was more pissed off or turned on. Damn, I hated when that happened.

"Bitch." I muttered as she turned around and flounced off. Looking down I realized I had whatever she was drinking spilled on my clothes.

Oh well, I still looked wicked hot. With a shrug, I headed back into the throng of dancers on the dance floor.