"Talkin' like I'm a snared kitten there — Kitten."
I purr, honey thick 'n sweet. Body leanin' into your space, 'til I'm crowding it up.
"Argument sake, say you got me, now what, blondie?"
Eyes flick to the bartender. Frank. He's good people. Slow, but built, you know? Keeps the free booze comin' — 'mongst other things, whenever I blow through the joint.
Frank nods at you, and I throw him a lil wink and promisin' smile in turn. Then I come back to you.
++
"I am merely on the hunt, FiFi..."
I turn to face you, gesturing with two fingers to the bar man to lay a bourbon on the countef for you.
"And I hooked a Slayer it seems."
Can't ride him 'bout it all night ⸻ or could, easy, but seein' as he's a friend, or whatever labels noosed 'round their necks these days, she'll lay off.
Least long enough to get down, 'n get dirty with whatevers in the file that's meaner than ANGEL is.
She picks up the file +
Angel looked away. Yeah he walked into that one, he can't even lie. He glanced at her for a moment then nodded.
He did have an ugly thing that needed dealt with, Angel was sliding over the research he was doing and looked at her. At least the teasing stopped for now.
Thumbs through the first two pages, skimming the boring intel, 'til she gets to the nitty-gritty.
Her lips twitch at the promise of a long night, and if she's real lucky, a half-decent workout.
File hits the desk, and she's already movin' toward the door. Boots don't cross +
"I'm what monsters have nightmares about."
Indie Version of Buffy Summers
Vampire slayer, Demon hunter, Chosen One
Pun Queen, Unlimited sass supply, Died Twice
#Buffy#Supernatural#TVD Timeline flexible AU
Veteran Writer 21+MDNI
MV/MS/Bisexual/AU
↻ & ♡ For a cookie?
⠀⠀⠀THERE AIN'T NO OTHER 𝙼𝙴𝙽 LIKE ME.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀[ agent finn #𝟧𝟩𝟥𝟤𝟫 ]
⟶ Russell Finn, OC created for the #btvsverse. Older brother of Riley Finn. Ex-Military turned Supernatural Hunter.
• Veteran Writer • MV | MS • 25+ | Bi • #MDNI • Crossover friendly.
Was into a lotta things. His words. Just sayin'.
So, he got anything ugly on the books she can beat the crap outta? Not that she ain't lovin' hanging 'round the office, tryna make him blush.
He is scrunching his face and shaking his head. He was into a lot of things but not that. So no freakiness here.
However he is relieved she's just messing around.
Big fella can relax. She's playin'. Less this is all an act, and he's lookin' to get his freak on?
That look earns him a smirk and a wink that scream, "No judgment here, baby. Safe Space"
Like what, cat bells? He doesn't think so. And Angel is giving her a look, he doesn't like where this is going. Is she actually considering putting little bat clothes on him?