Buffy slumped in the backseat of her dad's shiny new car trying to ignore
the irritating chattering of his pea-brained companion who wasn't that much
older than herself. She was fighting a burning desire to remove yesterday's
socks from her bag beside her, lean forwards and stuff them forcefully into
the idiot's mouth.
She hadn't been able to sleep last night which had put her in a far from pleasant mood. In desperation, wanting to burn off some energy she had dressed for the night and sneaked off to do a bit of slaying. When she had returned just after sunrise her dad had already been awake and preparing coffee, she'd quietly gone away again to buy fresh croissants and bagels before arriving noisily pretending she must have just nipped out before he got up. That put an end to thoughts of going back to bed or getting changed as her dad had delightedly wanted to catch up and despite his status as most pathetic father of all time she had softened and sat chatting and munching quite happily until darling Stephanie had showed up.
The car pulled in to the kerb and she looked up from her sulk to see a very imposing hotel-like building beside them. Doyle lives and works there? Buffy was impressed, the building looked pretty cool.
Too bad about her being dressed in black leather boots, black leather pants, black silk blouse and long black leather duster, her long blonde hair swept out of the way with a black hair clip. She looked cool but also as if she was about to make trouble, a look that never failed to make her brother give her funny glances and keep his beady eyes on her. Doyle was clearly happier with un-predatory, sweet and fluffy looking Buffy. Well too bad, troublesome looking Buffy was here.
She climbed out of the car and unloaded her luggage onto the sidewalk assisted by her father who struggled with even the lightest of her cases. She pretended to struggle too so as not to appear too freaky.
"Hank honey if we don't go now we'll miss our flight," the bimbo called in a sugary voice.
Hank turned nervously to Buffy still surrounded by luggage on the doorstep of the Hyperion, "Can you manage sweetheart? I'm sure Doyle will come out and help you."
"Go dad, I'll be fine, have a good trip."
Hank Summers was easily persuaded and with a final hug he leapt into his car and sped away with a brief wave.
Buffy poked her head into the lobby; there was nobody anywhere to be seen. Typical.
She gathered up most of her bags effortlessly and tossed them through the door saving her heavy weaponry trunk until last. When she heaved it through the door it slid down the inner steps to land at the feet of Doyle's gorgeous friend Angel.
She almost licked her lips and drooled openly, he was gorgeous; possibly more gorgeous than she remembered and did he ever have a presence, the guy positively oozed sex appeal that her thirteen-year old self had either not noticed or simply not fully appreciated.
Strangely though he didn't look any older than he had in the photograph stashed in her purse, her heart leapt, perhaps he wasn't as old as she'd originally thought he was and it was only now that he was in his mid- twenties which would make him much more Doyle's age, and more within her league - yeah right! But a girl could dream. She gave him the full benefit of her best smile and took a step down towards him.
He frowned down at her heap of baggage before glancing up at her looking puzzled.
"Can I help you miss?" he inquired.
She hadn't been able to sleep last night which had put her in a far from pleasant mood. In desperation, wanting to burn off some energy she had dressed for the night and sneaked off to do a bit of slaying. When she had returned just after sunrise her dad had already been awake and preparing coffee, she'd quietly gone away again to buy fresh croissants and bagels before arriving noisily pretending she must have just nipped out before he got up. That put an end to thoughts of going back to bed or getting changed as her dad had delightedly wanted to catch up and despite his status as most pathetic father of all time she had softened and sat chatting and munching quite happily until darling Stephanie had showed up.
The car pulled in to the kerb and she looked up from her sulk to see a very imposing hotel-like building beside them. Doyle lives and works there? Buffy was impressed, the building looked pretty cool.
Too bad about her being dressed in black leather boots, black leather pants, black silk blouse and long black leather duster, her long blonde hair swept out of the way with a black hair clip. She looked cool but also as if she was about to make trouble, a look that never failed to make her brother give her funny glances and keep his beady eyes on her. Doyle was clearly happier with un-predatory, sweet and fluffy looking Buffy. Well too bad, troublesome looking Buffy was here.
She climbed out of the car and unloaded her luggage onto the sidewalk assisted by her father who struggled with even the lightest of her cases. She pretended to struggle too so as not to appear too freaky.
"Hank honey if we don't go now we'll miss our flight," the bimbo called in a sugary voice.
Hank turned nervously to Buffy still surrounded by luggage on the doorstep of the Hyperion, "Can you manage sweetheart? I'm sure Doyle will come out and help you."
"Go dad, I'll be fine, have a good trip."
Hank Summers was easily persuaded and with a final hug he leapt into his car and sped away with a brief wave.
Buffy poked her head into the lobby; there was nobody anywhere to be seen. Typical.
She gathered up most of her bags effortlessly and tossed them through the door saving her heavy weaponry trunk until last. When she heaved it through the door it slid down the inner steps to land at the feet of Doyle's gorgeous friend Angel.
She almost licked her lips and drooled openly, he was gorgeous; possibly more gorgeous than she remembered and did he ever have a presence, the guy positively oozed sex appeal that her thirteen-year old self had either not noticed or simply not fully appreciated.
Strangely though he didn't look any older than he had in the photograph stashed in her purse, her heart leapt, perhaps he wasn't as old as she'd originally thought he was and it was only now that he was in his mid- twenties which would make him much more Doyle's age, and more within her league - yeah right! But a girl could dream. She gave him the full benefit of her best smile and took a step down towards him.
He frowned down at her heap of baggage before glancing up at her looking puzzled.
"Can I help you miss?" he inquired.
