Great Power and Great Responsibility ... yadda yadda sod July Topic
Buffy left to go to Greece. Oh, pity her. Yes, I am rollin’ my eyes at the mo’. Now, I’m layin’ here in this big bed and rollin’ over to see her side, all cold and empty. Soddin’ bitch she is, leavin’ me! Course, I told her that, but it was with kisses and hugs and all that rot. Course, I was kiddin’. Girl deserves a vacation, but I can be jealous all the same.
Skin disease my arse.
Now that she’s gone though, there are a few things that I’ve been meanin’ to do around here and while getting’ rid of that little fuckin’ fur-thing that’s barkin’ its way to my bedroom door, I realize there is a much bigger problem in this house.
Grinnin’, I get out of bed and put on my jeans. Today is a day of great power. (At least now that Buffy is gone for a week.)
Cordy is already gone for the day, she is so it makes this much more easier. I can either wait for her to get back and tell her to get the fuck out, or I can just pack up her bags beforehand and have them waiting. Not that Cordy isn’t a ‘great’ girl, well, she isn’t. She’s downright annoying! Makes a fella wanna go jump in the lake, I tell you. Luckily for me though, don’t need air.
Opening the door to her room, I take a look around it and rethink what I would do. Pack up her rot and toss it out. I decide against it. I am the big bad, yes and I could do that, but I’m the big bad whose girlfriend is the Slayer and as much as I hate to admit it, she runs this house. Instead of packin’ it all up though, I growl and knock somethin’ off a shelf before turnin’ and walkin’ out the door.
Later that night, she came home just as I was about to walk out the door. Where I was goin’? I had no idea, but I knew that I wanted to get out of this house and away from the fuckin’ dog that I think I was goin’ to drain dry.
Grabbin’ my coat, I looked over at her, but she didn’t say anything and walked past me to her bedroom and that’s when I heard the shriek that followed.
I only grinned.
“Oh, Cordy …” I sing songed before walkin’ back there toward her room. “Now that Buffy’s not here, for a week, I might add, I need you to go and stay somewhere else. So get your rot and get goin’.”
I had the power, great at that and now I had the responsibility to get her arse out of this house.