Buffy sighed as she handed out another Doublemeat Special to what felt like
the millionth customer. It was too bad she was so desperate for money and
out of school. Life was the pits sometimes. 'This is no time for self-pity.
After all, Spike might show up.' Buffy tried to stifle the rush of emotions
that came at the thoughts of the blonde vampire. Sadness, longing,
desire.'Bad Buffy! You will not think thoughts about him! Killer vampire
equals bad news!' Despite herself, however, they managed to worm their way
through anyway. Buffy made a note not to tell Spike about that ever. His
ego might inflate so much he would blow away. Then again. The thought of
Spike all puffed up like a basketball made her smile. A chuckle rose in her
throat and escaped.
Spike had been gone nearly two months since the bathroom incident. And God
help her, she missed him. She, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Sworn Somewhat-
Hater of Spike missed him! She'd had given up denying it when Dawn, her
sister, finally sat her down and made her confess it. But that didn't mean
that Spike had to know. 'He will never know.' She thought to herself. It
would cause her more humiliation that she was prepared to deal with. She
could practically see that winning grin on Spike's face now.
Just then, a voice she had never heard before broke her thoughts of the
blonde vampire.
"Hey, I-I'm new here. Can you help me out?" Buffy whirled around the come face to face with a live version of Pippy Long-Stocking. Buffy looked down. 'Yup,' she thought. The socks were there and everything. This was so not cool. "Sure. How can I help you?" "W-Well.I-I need to learn how to use the fry frying machine and the boss told me that you knew the ropes around here and that I should ask you." Good lord, she had one of biggest spaces between two front teeth that she had never seen. Buffy and tried not to cringe as every 'S' that she said came out as a whistle. "Alright," Buffy said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. Pippy watched her with rapt attention as she showed her the buttons and when to press them. "There you go Pi-I mean, what's your name? I'm Buffy." "I'm Sandra. Sandra Ryan." Buffy held out her hand and the girl shook it. Well, at least she had a firm handshake. Buffy thought as she headed back to the till. She was so going to have to tell the Scooby Gang about her when she got off her shift. They'd get a kick out of her. Feeling somewhat cheerful again, she continued to serve the customers.
A few minutes later, Pippy-Sandra called to her. "Buffy! The grease is attacking me!" Buffy turned carefully around and her eyes went wide as she saw what was happening. Sandra was covered in cooking oil and was sputtering. 'This is going to be a long day.' She thought wearily. "Okay, how did you get all this oil all over you?" "W-well, I was trying to fill the grease thing with it and I somehow managed to dump it all over me!" Buffy was about to chuckle until she saw the forlorn look on the girl's face. "It's okay, Sandra. I'll help you clean this up." Pi-Sandra smiled at her. "Thanks." Buffy cringed. That girl needed braces.
At the end of the day, Buffy wearily walked back home after work. She and Pippy had had to pull a double shift because of the grease incident. Oh God, it was torture to spend five minutes with that accident-prone kid let alone 16 hours. "Praise the Lord the day I get a real job." She muttered. Little did she know Sandra stood in the dark watching her. "You have no idea what's ahead of you Slayer. But you will soon." Smiling, she vanished in a cloud of pink sparkle dust.
"Hey, I-I'm new here. Can you help me out?" Buffy whirled around the come face to face with a live version of Pippy Long-Stocking. Buffy looked down. 'Yup,' she thought. The socks were there and everything. This was so not cool. "Sure. How can I help you?" "W-Well.I-I need to learn how to use the fry frying machine and the boss told me that you knew the ropes around here and that I should ask you." Good lord, she had one of biggest spaces between two front teeth that she had never seen. Buffy and tried not to cringe as every 'S' that she said came out as a whistle. "Alright," Buffy said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. Pippy watched her with rapt attention as she showed her the buttons and when to press them. "There you go Pi-I mean, what's your name? I'm Buffy." "I'm Sandra. Sandra Ryan." Buffy held out her hand and the girl shook it. Well, at least she had a firm handshake. Buffy thought as she headed back to the till. She was so going to have to tell the Scooby Gang about her when she got off her shift. They'd get a kick out of her. Feeling somewhat cheerful again, she continued to serve the customers.
A few minutes later, Pippy-Sandra called to her. "Buffy! The grease is attacking me!" Buffy turned carefully around and her eyes went wide as she saw what was happening. Sandra was covered in cooking oil and was sputtering. 'This is going to be a long day.' She thought wearily. "Okay, how did you get all this oil all over you?" "W-well, I was trying to fill the grease thing with it and I somehow managed to dump it all over me!" Buffy was about to chuckle until she saw the forlorn look on the girl's face. "It's okay, Sandra. I'll help you clean this up." Pi-Sandra smiled at her. "Thanks." Buffy cringed. That girl needed braces.
At the end of the day, Buffy wearily walked back home after work. She and Pippy had had to pull a double shift because of the grease incident. Oh God, it was torture to spend five minutes with that accident-prone kid let alone 16 hours. "Praise the Lord the day I get a real job." She muttered. Little did she know Sandra stood in the dark watching her. "You have no idea what's ahead of you Slayer. But you will soon." Smiling, she vanished in a cloud of pink sparkle dust.