"Ee, I can't believe Weezer is actually coming to Sunnydale! I have to get
their autographs!!" Dawn squealed as she and Buffy left home for the
Bronze.
Buffy just rolled her eyes; she hadn't heard anything else from her sister for nearly three days straight. At least she was happy, which was more than she had been lately. "Remember, this is going to be packed, so –"
"Watch out for vampires, I know. Geez, you figured I could be trusted to know that by now."
"I have every right to be paranoid Buffy. Does anyone need to bring up Halloween?"
When her sister didn't answer, Buffy added, "We're trying this freedom thing as a trial run."
"Uh huh, and so has nothing about you wanting to drool over a certain lead singer and didn't want to leave me home alone?"
Buffy seemed to be thinking this over. "Yeah pretty much. Except for the drooling part. I don't drool."
Neither said anything for a while, concentrating solely on walking in high shoes. Although the Californian climate was warm, Dawn was in a skirt so short Buffy almost hadn't let her leave the house in it until she pointed out her sister's own tight low-rise jeans and midriff top. Buffy hadn't said anything more about the outfit, but Dawn was reconsidering the skirt; maybe next time she would wear pants.
"You really need to learn how to drive. It's going to be embarrassing when I get my licence in a couple months and you're still an avid pedestrian. I knew I should have asked Spike to drive us," Dawn muttered through gritted teeth.
"Walking's fine, we've walked across town a million times before. I doubt Spike would want to be dragged to a Weezer concert." Plus he's pissed at me, Buffy silently added.
"Oh please, like you're all of a sudden above using him when it's just a drive across town? This is new."
Buffy speeded up suddenly, and Dawn had to jog to keep up with her. "Hey slow down, what's your deal?"
Buffy didn't say anything until they reached the door of the Bronze.
Buffy just rolled her eyes; she hadn't heard anything else from her sister for nearly three days straight. At least she was happy, which was more than she had been lately. "Remember, this is going to be packed, so –"
"Watch out for vampires, I know. Geez, you figured I could be trusted to know that by now."
"I have every right to be paranoid Buffy. Does anyone need to bring up Halloween?"
When her sister didn't answer, Buffy added, "We're trying this freedom thing as a trial run."
"Uh huh, and so has nothing about you wanting to drool over a certain lead singer and didn't want to leave me home alone?"
Buffy seemed to be thinking this over. "Yeah pretty much. Except for the drooling part. I don't drool."
Neither said anything for a while, concentrating solely on walking in high shoes. Although the Californian climate was warm, Dawn was in a skirt so short Buffy almost hadn't let her leave the house in it until she pointed out her sister's own tight low-rise jeans and midriff top. Buffy hadn't said anything more about the outfit, but Dawn was reconsidering the skirt; maybe next time she would wear pants.
"You really need to learn how to drive. It's going to be embarrassing when I get my licence in a couple months and you're still an avid pedestrian. I knew I should have asked Spike to drive us," Dawn muttered through gritted teeth.
"Walking's fine, we've walked across town a million times before. I doubt Spike would want to be dragged to a Weezer concert." Plus he's pissed at me, Buffy silently added.
"Oh please, like you're all of a sudden above using him when it's just a drive across town? This is new."
Buffy speeded up suddenly, and Dawn had to jog to keep up with her. "Hey slow down, what's your deal?"
Buffy didn't say anything until they reached the door of the Bronze.
