5th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Voice]

Hey, Azusa - ...Or anyone, I guess. Gonna risk beer. Want in?

[SO CLASSY, MEL.]

[Action]

[And then, as promised, you might see one Melaka Fray at good spirits... risking beer, as it was. Which is indeed a risk - the spirits they used in Haddyn were different than this and she's not familiar with normal, natural-ish ingredients. She'll only have a little, but that's enough to make her feel quite warm and quite silly. So you might catch her there, with her beer or with a cola in the downtime... or you might catch her outside on this night as she tries to cool herself down.

Once again, the duel with Harth was inconclusive. And she still doesn't know where he is. Where could he actually be hiding? It's obnoxious. ...and then, with a surprise, she finds that she can see her breath as a foggy thing in the night air. She actually starts at that, not expecting it. Weird. So weird.

Oh, and she has her weapons on her through this, of course - blaster, stake, and a sword which she mercifully puts on the counter in the bar itself]

Comments

[herotypical]

Lesson the third? [ their first two lessons had come during their last meeting. ] There's nothing wrong with a little bit of rebellion. Just don't tell anyone else I said it.

[makeitquick]

Summers, my sister's a Law.

[Which she means to imply she knows that, but whatevs, details]

[herotypical]

[ now it's HER turn to say the newly famous line: ] Don't be a spaz, Fray. I'm just ribbing you.

[ she hops up on the stool next to melaka. ]

[makeitquick]

Note you.

[With a nod and a smile. she downs what is left of her cola right now before turning to face Buffy a little better]

[herotypical]

So. What do you like in a beer? Light? Dark? Frothy? Please don't tell me you're a Guiness gal.

[makeitquick]

Usually Versi's got lighter stuff, so it's what I'm used to.

[herotypical]

Corona, then. Or some kind of pale ale.

[makeitquick]

Serve me? Or are you on civilian right now?

[herotypical]

Technically? Civvie. But I don't mind breaking the rules for a colleague.

[ she picks herself up off the bar and vaults easily over. it certainly cannot be seen as showing off in front of another slayer -- it's just a simple, expedited way to get where she wants to go. ]

[makeitquick]

[...heh.

It is nice to see other people do it though.

[herotypical]

[ she uses her thumb to pop the cap on a corona and shoves a lime slice in there -- just like they serve it down south, eh? ]

There. Give that a try.

[makeitquick]

[That works. Well... experimentally, she spins the bottle in her fingers before taking a sip- ...and forcing it down. Wow, weird]

[herotypical]

Good? Bad? Engine grease?

[makeitquick]

...Different. Not bad. Fruit.

[herotypical]

I can find something stronger, if you prefer.

[makeitquick]

Nah, this's fine.

[Another light sip]

[herotypical]

...I always figure it's what a holiday probably tastes like. Corona.

[makeitquick]

Not a bad descrip.

[Siiip]

[herotypical]

It's still not my cup of...tea. But it's probably more popular in summer.

[makeitquick]

Prop. Not quite a warm thing.

[herotypical]

What's the whether like in your neck of the woods, anyway?

[makeitquick]

Warm. [A beat] Warm almost all the time. Still got seasons, not like here though.

[herotypical]

Here is pretty particularly seasonal. The snow's gonna start soon.

[makeitquick]

Jesu, it snows. Still a feels like spinning. [Snow is... not a thing in Haddyn. Sure it was in New York in Buffy's day, but. Global Warming]

[herotypical]

It's mostly miserable, except for the ice-skating.