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Post by Shadi on Jun 16, 2007 1:40:55 GMT -5
*Rochester's brow arched deliciously.* "Snuck out, did you? On my account?" "No," *she said haughtily.* "On the drainpipe." *She wrinkled her nose.* "Of course for you, silly. Who else is here?" *She looked around.* "I mean, that I know?"
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Post by Spike on Jun 16, 2007 1:43:39 GMT -5
*Spike grinned and looked around the crowd, trying to pick out the nasties.*
"Might be a fun party after all then, eh?"
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Post by Rochester on Jun 16, 2007 1:45:42 GMT -5
*Rochester licked his lip hungrily. Why did she make him have that funny tickle in his stomach?*
"Perhaps we should remedy that."
*He leaned against her cheek, whispering hotly.*
"Or perhaps I should sneak you off somewhere to keep you to myself."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 16, 2007 1:46:41 GMT -5
*Buffy caught his enthusiasm and grinned.*
"Yeah. Might be."
*She looked around and noticed all the tables and food, and a frown clouded her features.*
"You think maybe we could eat, first? I mean, me. Me eat. Food."
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Post by Shadi on Jun 16, 2007 1:48:16 GMT -5
*Shadi almost wriggled like a puppy, but kept it from showing.*
"It depends on if anyone you introduce me to is as good as sneaking me off as you are," *she said archly.*
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Post by Rochester on Jun 16, 2007 1:55:34 GMT -5
*Rochester looked playfully aghast.*
"My sweet Shadi...are you suggesting that I would share a precious jewel like you? Or is it that you want me to fight for your attentions?"
*He grinned warmly.*
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Post by Spike on Jun 16, 2007 1:57:15 GMT -5
*Buffy caught his enthusiasm and grinned.* "Yeah. Might be." *She looked around and noticed all the tables and food, and a frown clouded her features.* "You think maybe we could eat, first? I mean, me. Me eat. Food." *Spike's brow rose in slight surprise. She didn't just want to get to it? Wasn't that a little...social of her?* "Oh! Of course. Wouldn't want you to go to work on an empty stomach."
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Post by Shadi on Jun 16, 2007 2:00:35 GMT -5
"No, no! You wouldn't look at all nice, all bloody. Even if it wasn't yours. I was teasing you! Aren't I learning good?"
*She smiled up at him with rather too much honest appreciation to count her among the great flirts of the ages.*
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 16, 2007 2:02:20 GMT -5
*Buffy rolled her eyes.*
"It's not like I'm some big cow. It's just that I usually eat at the Opera cafeteria or whatever, and look! There's, like, real food here. I want to eat some before we smash everything to little pieces and use the toothpicks as stakes. See? They've got these little pineapple boats..."
*She drifted towards the table, as if entranced.*
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Post by Rochester on Jun 16, 2007 2:03:49 GMT -5
*Rochester smiled and shook his head gently.*
"Quite well, my darling. Although we might have to work on some more grammar when I next visit you."
*He nudged her gently.*
"Although you've never seemed to mind the studies of the English tongue."
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Post by Spike on Jun 16, 2007 2:06:02 GMT -5
*Spike shrugged, a bit offended.*
"I didn't mean it like that."
*He followed her over.*
The boats are kinda neat.
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Post by Shadi on Jun 16, 2007 2:07:38 GMT -5
*Her eyes widened at his suggestion.*
"No! I don't mind anything you want to teach me. Sometimes, you know, I get kinda impatient about learning... stuff."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 16, 2007 2:09:04 GMT -5
"I know," *she said absently, then caught at his sleeve.*
"Spike. Have they even invented blooming onions yet?"
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Post by Spike on Jun 16, 2007 2:12:16 GMT -5
*Spike looked up, surprused at her touch, but at the suggestion he grew more interested in the table selection.*
"Oh dear God, I hope so."
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Post by Buffy Summers on Jun 16, 2007 2:14:14 GMT -5
*She'd never admit it in a million years, but his eagerness was more amusing than annoying.*
"That's good. Because there's one right there!"
*She pointed, then dashed over with a little plate, which she put down in favor of taking up the whole thing.*
"Think this'll be enough?" *she said? She didn't notice Kris looking on amusedly from the sidelines.*
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