All Work and No Play...
"I deserve more," the girl began, plastic whiskers moving agitatedly.
Anyanka sighed. If she got a coin every time she heard that phrase...
"Never gives unless he gets something in return. So selfish!"
As were all men. Big deal.
"I wish Adrian were punished for his actions."
Not very creative, but it gave her leeway for her imagination. Something like... Yes. Lack of generosity? Today was the perfect day to prove it.
A second later Anyanka was donning her favourite Victorian dress, trying a sweet, innocent smile. She rang the doorbell, smile widening when 'Adrian' opened the door with an impatient pull.
"Trick or treat?"
Winner Argument
Xander's jaw dropped ("What?! You're kidding. Tell me you're kidding.") and then set in determination. ("No.")
Anya narrowed her eyes, refusing to give up. The covers flew hastily to the floor, allowing her to rise to her knees.
Her boyfriend gulped, hands automatically going to her waist. "No," he insisted, if much more weakly than before.
Anya smirked confidently, leaning down slowly while ridding herself of her night-gown. Her fingers threaded around his, leading his hands to lay against the mattress.
"No w-way."
Ten minutes later, Xander gasped his surrender. "Okay. Okay. I'll go trick-or-treating with you before the party."
One Day
Engaged. Anya was engaged. She was going to be a bride, a wife, probably a mother. A mother! Anya shook her head in distress. How was she supposed to do that?
Accidentally, the answer came in the middle of a Good vs. Evil debate. "It takes one day at a time," Buffy said.
Anya's eyes closed, picturing a random day in her future life. A vision of a mini-pirate and a fuzzy bunny came to her, one little hand in each of hers as they trick-or-treated through all Sunnydale. Anya smiled. One day at a time.
She could do that.