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]

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.

[makeitquick]

And what's that?

[She leans on the counter now, looking curiously at Buffy]

[herotypical]

It's skating. On ice. Like -- ice is slippery? It's...maybe it's something you just need to see, come the winter.

[makeitquick]

Prob. [...Man, she'll still be here then, won't she? Weird thought]

[herotypical]

If we're lucky, someone'll cobble together another ice rink.

[makeitquick]

Can't make one yourself?

[herotypical]

It's always better when it's a gift.

[ fingers wrap around the heavy gold-and-jade ring kept on a chain around her neck. ]

[makeitquick]

[pash.]

Give you that, Summers.

[herotypical]

So what did you do for fun, back home?