"Order, order!"
"No one's talking you whelp."
"I know. I just always wanted to say that. And don't call me whelp."
And the first meeting of the 'We Love Buffy Club' went on. It was being held in a small room of a broken down building in a desolate part of the town; its walls colored a dull gray, the pale green floor covered with a rusty brown substance that no one in the room wanted to point out. About nine steel chairs were placed carelessly on the floor, four of them occupied. At the front of the room, there was a worn out podium and behind that podium stood a young man with floppy brown hair.
"Okay. The first topic of WLBC: Who is going to buy the snacks? And provide the blood for our vampire members? Packaged pigs' blood please, no human blood."
"Actually, the first topic of the day should be who died and made you president."
"You're already dead, soulboy. And I should be president. I loved Buffy first."
"Well, I loved her the most!"
"She loves me the most!"
"Please."
Chaos ensued. Insults were tossed to and fro, many of the chairs were knocked over, and the yelling grew louder every second. Finally a man, a tall dark-blonde-haired man, interrupted and said something that stopped the noise, for the time being anyway.
"Wait! Who the hell is that guy?!"
With that, the man glanced pointedly at the other man sitting in the corner who had not said a word during the entire meeting. The other men looked at the corner man, too. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, raising the hand that was resting on his pudgy stomach to rub his bald head.
"I came here for the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting... But I guess this isn't it."
"Very intelligent, Sherlock. The AA meeting is next door."
"Oh."
'Sherlock' resumed sitting in his seat. The other men resumed staring at him.
"Well?! Aren't you leaving?"
"No. This is much more interesting than that meeting. I didn't really want..."
One of the other men, the one with unnaturally whitish blond hair, lost him patience and 'vamped out'.
"Get the bloody hell out of here!"
'Sherlock' was gone within seconds.
"Woa. He's pretty fast for such a little guy. Ok. Lets go on with the meeting.What were we discussing?"
All the men in the room shrugged and sat down again, the peroxide blonde vampire switching back to his human face.
"Okay. Whatever. Next topic. Who brought the pictures of Buffy?"
"I did."
"Okay. Give them to me."
"No! They're mine."
"I'm not going to keep them. I just need them for our webpage. Geez, G.I. Joe, calm down."
The owner of the precious pictures of Buffy Summers stood up and handed them to him. As he went back to his seat, the man behind the podium went on.
"Okay, next topic."
There was a pause.
"What's our next topic?"
"I have no clue."
The man with spiky brown hair rubbed his temples with his index finger.
"I think I need a drink."
"That brings me back to the first topic. Who the heck is going to bring the refreshments?"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up."
"No, you shut up!"
"I came here for a meeting!"
"Do you want a piece of me?"
"Wanna take this outside?"
"Lets go!"
"Both of you! Shut up!"
Just then, a scrawny man with red hair poked his head through the door.
"Umm. Is this the AA meeting?"
Four voices simultaneously yelled, "Next door!"
That man ran off pretty fast, too.
"I can take you!"
"Please, you can't even take a fledgling."
"Come on, you guys! As president..."
"Who died and made you president?!"
Chaos ensued. Once again.
"No one's talking you whelp."
"I know. I just always wanted to say that. And don't call me whelp."
And the first meeting of the 'We Love Buffy Club' went on. It was being held in a small room of a broken down building in a desolate part of the town; its walls colored a dull gray, the pale green floor covered with a rusty brown substance that no one in the room wanted to point out. About nine steel chairs were placed carelessly on the floor, four of them occupied. At the front of the room, there was a worn out podium and behind that podium stood a young man with floppy brown hair.
"Okay. The first topic of WLBC: Who is going to buy the snacks? And provide the blood for our vampire members? Packaged pigs' blood please, no human blood."
"Actually, the first topic of the day should be who died and made you president."
"You're already dead, soulboy. And I should be president. I loved Buffy first."
"Well, I loved her the most!"
"She loves me the most!"
"Please."
Chaos ensued. Insults were tossed to and fro, many of the chairs were knocked over, and the yelling grew louder every second. Finally a man, a tall dark-blonde-haired man, interrupted and said something that stopped the noise, for the time being anyway.
"Wait! Who the hell is that guy?!"
With that, the man glanced pointedly at the other man sitting in the corner who had not said a word during the entire meeting. The other men looked at the corner man, too. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, raising the hand that was resting on his pudgy stomach to rub his bald head.
"I came here for the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting... But I guess this isn't it."
"Very intelligent, Sherlock. The AA meeting is next door."
"Oh."
'Sherlock' resumed sitting in his seat. The other men resumed staring at him.
"Well?! Aren't you leaving?"
"No. This is much more interesting than that meeting. I didn't really want..."
One of the other men, the one with unnaturally whitish blond hair, lost him patience and 'vamped out'.
"Get the bloody hell out of here!"
'Sherlock' was gone within seconds.
"Woa. He's pretty fast for such a little guy. Ok. Lets go on with the meeting.What were we discussing?"
All the men in the room shrugged and sat down again, the peroxide blonde vampire switching back to his human face.
"Okay. Whatever. Next topic. Who brought the pictures of Buffy?"
"I did."
"Okay. Give them to me."
"No! They're mine."
"I'm not going to keep them. I just need them for our webpage. Geez, G.I. Joe, calm down."
The owner of the precious pictures of Buffy Summers stood up and handed them to him. As he went back to his seat, the man behind the podium went on.
"Okay, next topic."
There was a pause.
"What's our next topic?"
"I have no clue."
The man with spiky brown hair rubbed his temples with his index finger.
"I think I need a drink."
"That brings me back to the first topic. Who the heck is going to bring the refreshments?"
"Shut up!"
"You shut up."
"No, you shut up!"
"I came here for a meeting!"
"Do you want a piece of me?"
"Wanna take this outside?"
"Lets go!"
"Both of you! Shut up!"
Just then, a scrawny man with red hair poked his head through the door.
"Umm. Is this the AA meeting?"
Four voices simultaneously yelled, "Next door!"
That man ran off pretty fast, too.
"I can take you!"
"Please, you can't even take a fledgling."
"Come on, you guys! As president..."
"Who died and made you president?!"
Chaos ensued. Once again.
