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Part 3: Drawing the Battle Lines
See summary, disclaimer, rating, etc in part 1.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
A/N: Thanks for all the support and great reviews. And to Flames for beta-ing this part for me- you're my savior!
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Buffy sat up slowly, watching the man above her.
"So, you're alright then?" The man asked her, a small, but concerned smile on his face.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Buffy accepted his hand to help her up and stood carefully. She was still a little shaky and accidentally stumbled into him, causing her to feel how firm and strong his chest was. She stepped back quickly however and dropped his hand. "Thank you."
"No problem. Next time you should watch where you are going." He smirked at her, looking her over. "I'm not used to knocking girls off their feet in the literal sense."
"Excuse me?!" Buffy had planned on just walking away and heading downstairs where Jonathan was waiting for her, but this man's egocentric view of himself and his suggestion that their mishap was her fault made her stay. "You should watch where I'm going? I am not the one who went barreling down the hallway like a bat out of hell. If you had been watching where you were going we wouldn't be having this discussion! And as far as you knocking girls off of their feet, well." She quickly looked his body over, taking in the bleached hair and gorgeous blue eyes, long black leather duster and the tight black T-shirt with the blood red unbuttoned shirt over it and the black denim jeans that clung to his long and undeniably hard legs. Hello salty goodnes, she thought but forced a look of disgust on her face. "We'll just leave it at that."
"Oh! Oh! I see how it is. Get this, if you hadn't been walking out of you door backward you would have seen me coming, and noticed how much of a hurry I was in! And if we're going to talk about the opposite sex." He followed her example and looked her over a second time. He'd known who she was as soon as she rolled over on the floor. She was his leading lady for the movie. She was actually quite fetching, with her long blonde hair on top of that beautiful head, her face flushed from being knocked down and arguing, hazel eyes flashing, her whole small, tight body tense from their encounter. I could drown in her, he thought, wondering what it would be like to kiss her, before snapping to attention and deepening his smirk. "I don't really want to leave it at that, Goldilocks."
"AGH! Whatever, I have to be somewhere." Buffy turned to head to the elevator but was stopped by his voice.
"I'll be seeing you, luv." She turned to face him.
"What do you mean?"
He considered telling her, but thought it would be more fun if she found out later when they met again at the studio. "We're neighbors." He pointed to room three, right beside hers, down the hall farther.
"Great. I'll be getting a new room." Buffy muttered, rolling her eyes as she started toward the elevator again.
"Hope we get to know each other better." He called after her, grinning as she shot him an evil glare over her shoulder. He watched as the elevator doors opened and closed after her. This could be fun.if I wasn't late! He thought as he looked at his watch. He muttered a curse and rushed to his suite to get ready to go to the studio.
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"I was beginning to think you had gotten lost." Jonathan greeted Buffy as she ran out of the elevator.
"Sorry about that. I had a run-in, literally, with someone in the hallway. Anyway, let's hit the road!" Buffy followed Jonathan out of the hotel to the limo and vowed to put all thoughts of the blonde man out of her head. She'd just have to do her best to avoid him. He likely wouldn't be staying long, so she could probably manage to not see him for the duration of his stay. She wouldn't even be at the hotel very much anyway; the days on set were often very long. It'll be easy. I won't have to see that totally annoying, immature, stupid, sexy jerk again. Wait- sexy? Oh, boy.
Buffy slumped back in her seat and covered her face with her hands, groaning as she did so. This could turn out to be a long shoot.
* * * * *
When they got to the studio, Jonathan led her into a lounge area where a few other people were milling around. Buffy was quite excited at meeting she people she would be working with her for the next few months.
"If you wouldn't mind waiting in here, the directors writers and other cast members should be here soon for the meet and greet. I've got some other stuff to do, will you be alright here?" Jonathan led her into a lounge area where a few other people were milling around, when they got to the studio. Since she had come in as a replacement for the role the cast and crew already established for the movie had already gotten together to do a run through of the script.
"Sure. Thanks for bringing me this far, Jonathan." Buffy smiled as he left the room and took a deep breath, praying that she wouldn't turn into a total spaz around these people.
"Hi there, you must be Buffy!" A pretty young woman with long, dark brown hair came up to her and offered her a hand. "I'm Cordelia Chase, but you can call me Cordy. I'm playing your best friend/accomplice in the movie."
"Hi, yes I am Buffy. It's nice to meet someone from the movie and finally be able to put a name to a face. I've been so swamped since I got the part I haven't had time to figure out who is who, I'm afraid."
"Oh, it's no worry. No one important is here yet. Just some of the make-up crew and what have you. I think this is nice though, meeting everyone before the actual shooting starts."
"Yes, I was relieved at that. I've heard about people coming on set and the first thing they have to do is film a love scene with someone they have known for an hour." Buffy cringed at that thought, having to do a love scene on her first day.
"I wouldn't be worried about that if I were you. Just to be able to be in the same room as Spike Giles would be amazing, let alone be in bed with him." Cordelia grinned at that.
"I really wouldn't know." Buffy replied.
"What? You don't know who Spike Giles is? William 'Spike' Giles? Wow, I guess you have been swamped this month. Haven't you heard his group 'Band of Buggered'?" Buffy and Cordelia started to walk to the refreshment table as they talked.
"No. I mean, I have heard of his band, just never stuff by his band. Are they good?"
"They're great! So sexy, all of them! I imagine since he'll be in LA for the next few months that they'll be playing a few shows at some clubs around here. We should totally go!" Cordelia said excitedly.
"That would be nice." Buffy was glad that she would be able to have one friend on set, at least. "What does he look like, exactly?"
"Well, he's built- but not muscle-y, you know? Great abs, gorgeous blue eyes, and the whitest h-" Cordelia cut herself off, distracted by the arrival of someone. "Oh, hey, that's the assistant-director, Wesley Wyndam- Price. You met him at the audition, right? He's British, so he's a little proper and stodgy but he's absolutely brilliant. Kind of cute too, don't you think?"
"He's something to look at." Buffy agreed. Wesley scanned the room, which was filling up slowly with minor cast and crew from the movie, and smiled when his eyes fell on Buffy and Cordelia.
"Girls! So glad to see you! Buffy." He offered her his hand as he approached them and they shook hello. "So nice to see you again. I am glad to be working with you on this after all. I was very excited when Julia Stiles decided to bow out. You were always my first choice."
"Good to know. It's good to see you again, as well." Buffy smiled.
"Hello Wesley, remember me?" Cordelia was desperately trying to get the English man's attention. He turned to her and flushed a little.
"Miss Chase, it is good to see you as well. I trust you're doing well?" Buffy slipped away silently, realizing there was something going on between the two of them that she wasn't privy to. She'd probably be able to get it out of Cordy later; by the way she couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut. She noticed there was a percolator on one of the tables set up for refreshments and made a bee-line to it, knowing that she would need caffeine in order to keep going for the rest of the day. She had been up since six in the morning to get ready for her flight, get to the airport, wait for the flight, actually be on the four hour flight and it had been a couple of hours since she had gotten off the plane. She'd been in New York auditioning for a play that she knew she wouldn't get and giving an interview to a sci-fi magazine following up on her stint as the 'Demon Hunter', now nearing four in the afternoon.
She poured herself a stiff cup of coffee and blew on it quickly as she looked around the room, trying to recognize people. She knew the really big stars in show business, at least in acting, but anyone else from TV, or lesser-known movies were a mystery to her. She usually had Willow fill her in on these things.
"Um, hi." A shy voice from her left snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Hi." Buffy replied, turning to the girl. She was a little taller than Buffy with long, dark blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. She wore a pair of jeans and a nice ruffled top, dressy enough for this event but casual enough to be comfortable. Buffy wished that she had jeans on now, instead of the black dress pants and white sweater.
"I-I'm Tara MacLay. I'm head ofthe make-up on the set." She was painfully shy, and barely met Buffy's eyes. Buffy gave her a warm smile.
"Glad to know. I'm just glad to meet someone else here. I don't know anyone." Buffy said, laughing.
"Oh, well I could point out a few people to you, if you wanted." Tara offered. Buffy smiled at her again.
"That would be super. I'm kind of bad with names too, so having someone tell me a few times who people are would be great. I'd hate to call someone by the wrong name and have them hate me!"
"Oh, no. Everyone you'll be working with are really nice." Tara and Buffy moved to a small set of comfortable chairs, slightly out of the way of people so they could look at them in peace.
As Tara started to tell her who some people were and what they were like Buffy began to relax. Cordy and Tara were really nice and it was great that she'd met them first so she wouldn't be sticking out like a sore thumb, or looking like a dork. She was normally a very confident and self- assured girl but she felt out of her element here. This being such a big movie and she wanted to prove herself so much that she wanted to come across the best way possible. Shut up, Buffy. Just be you. It got you this far. Now suck it up! Her mind yelled at her and Buffy relaxed a little more.
She and Tara were having a great conversation about the movie and what had led them to be involved with it when the door opened again and a few more people came in. There was a general hub coming from the area where the people had come in. Buffy tried to get a look at them but there were now too many people around and most of them were taller than her. She wondered if it was her leading man who walked in and stood up to try to get a better view. Again, she couldn't.
"Do you want to go see who it is?" She asked Tara. She shook her head, choosing instead to watch from afar. Buffy told her she would be right back and made her way through the mini-crowd to see who it was. Some people introduced themselves as she passed them, but she was too intent on seeing her leading man to pay attention, not that she would remember anyway.
"Hey." She said, coming up behind Cordy, who was still standing with Wesley, still talking to him.
"Hey, where have you been?" She asked.
"Talking to some people. Who is it that just came in?" Buffy asked, standing up on her tiptoes.
"Oh, that's Angel O'Conner." Just as the words came out of Cordy's mouth the crowd parted a little and she could see the tall man, with the full head of hair standing by the door. A woman who looked like she stepped out of the pages of Goth Weekly stood beside him with her arms around him protectively. Buffy stood for a moment, in shock as she saw the former lover of her life in person for the first time in over a year. Angel's eyes made their way over some of the people around him, before landing on her. Buffy fought to keep a normal expression on her face but in her mind she was screaming so loud she wondered why her head hadn't exploded yet.
"Buffy." Angel pasted a sly smirk on his face as he made his way to her. His goth dog followed, her hand completely enveloped by his.
"Angel. How. nice to see you again." Buffy said politely. Cordy and Wesley watched the pair closely, not wishing to get involved, but there if need be.
"Same here, Buff, same here. What have you been up to, anyway? I thought I'd seen a publicity shot somewhere of you in elf ears, did my eyes mistake me?" Angel stared at her, his eyes mocking her.
"Actually, they were Vulcan ears. For someone who was so obsessed with Star Trek for so long, I'm surprised that you didn't know the difference." Buffy hadn't meant for that to come out, but it was and now she was the one staring at him. Angel blinked but didn't fall for the bait.
"Oh, is she the one who was on that devil show, honey?" The demonic girl attached to Angel's side spoke finally, in a small, breathy child voice. She was English, but looked like she was from the seventh gate of hell, with her long black hair, long gown with the blood-red bodice and flared black skirt.
"Yes Dru, the one that got canceled." Angel told her. "So you finally landed a decent role. Who knows, you might catch the eye of some guy who isn't scared off by your 'tough girl' role- or you'll attract some really cute girls to your kind of 'butch'-"
Buffy took a deep breath, before cutting him off. "What exactly are you doing in the movie Angel?"
"I play your ex-boyfriend who helps to steal your inheritance, dearie. Kind of like real life, isn't it?" Angel smirked at her, sure he had her. Buffy just smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, it kind of is. You playing a bit part, while some other hunk of a man takes the lead role in my life. Fitting, isn't it? I bet you auditioned for the lead, too, didn't you? Too bad, maybe next year you'll be a real man." With that Buffy brushed past him out of the room, noticing as she did so, the shocked look in his eye and jaw clenching in annoyance. She needed to find a bathroom, fast.
She scurried down the hall, trying to look as normal as possible, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally did. She ducked into the room and headed for the mirror.
"You did good in there, girl. Don't let him get to you or see you sweat and you are home free." She told herself. She thought back on the conversation she had just had and smiled to herself. "That was damn good."
She quickly washed her hands, as if washing off the bad Angel karma and prepared herself to go back into the meet and greet room. You made it to here. Someone knows that you have talent and that is why you are here. They could have picked any old blonde bimbo to replace Julia Stiles, but they chose you. Get out of here and kick some ass!
Buffy stood up and threw her shoulders back, holding her head high. She opened the bathroom door and reached up with her right hand to push her hair back. That move caused her to not see the quick moving person coming down the hall and the next thing she knew she was sprawled out on the floor, admiring yet another posh looking carpet.
There is no way that this can happen twice in one day. She thought as she groaned to herself. She would hurt tomorrow, that's for sure. At least the day was almost over and things couldn't get any worse.
Her eyes widened as the Gods cursed her for that thought.
"You know, Goldilocks, we have to stop meeting this way."
Part 3: Drawing the Battle Lines
See summary, disclaimer, rating, etc in part 1.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
A/N: Thanks for all the support and great reviews. And to Flames for beta-ing this part for me- you're my savior!
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Buffy sat up slowly, watching the man above her.
"So, you're alright then?" The man asked her, a small, but concerned smile on his face.
"Yes, I'll be fine." Buffy accepted his hand to help her up and stood carefully. She was still a little shaky and accidentally stumbled into him, causing her to feel how firm and strong his chest was. She stepped back quickly however and dropped his hand. "Thank you."
"No problem. Next time you should watch where you are going." He smirked at her, looking her over. "I'm not used to knocking girls off their feet in the literal sense."
"Excuse me?!" Buffy had planned on just walking away and heading downstairs where Jonathan was waiting for her, but this man's egocentric view of himself and his suggestion that their mishap was her fault made her stay. "You should watch where I'm going? I am not the one who went barreling down the hallway like a bat out of hell. If you had been watching where you were going we wouldn't be having this discussion! And as far as you knocking girls off of their feet, well." She quickly looked his body over, taking in the bleached hair and gorgeous blue eyes, long black leather duster and the tight black T-shirt with the blood red unbuttoned shirt over it and the black denim jeans that clung to his long and undeniably hard legs. Hello salty goodnes, she thought but forced a look of disgust on her face. "We'll just leave it at that."
"Oh! Oh! I see how it is. Get this, if you hadn't been walking out of you door backward you would have seen me coming, and noticed how much of a hurry I was in! And if we're going to talk about the opposite sex." He followed her example and looked her over a second time. He'd known who she was as soon as she rolled over on the floor. She was his leading lady for the movie. She was actually quite fetching, with her long blonde hair on top of that beautiful head, her face flushed from being knocked down and arguing, hazel eyes flashing, her whole small, tight body tense from their encounter. I could drown in her, he thought, wondering what it would be like to kiss her, before snapping to attention and deepening his smirk. "I don't really want to leave it at that, Goldilocks."
"AGH! Whatever, I have to be somewhere." Buffy turned to head to the elevator but was stopped by his voice.
"I'll be seeing you, luv." She turned to face him.
"What do you mean?"
He considered telling her, but thought it would be more fun if she found out later when they met again at the studio. "We're neighbors." He pointed to room three, right beside hers, down the hall farther.
"Great. I'll be getting a new room." Buffy muttered, rolling her eyes as she started toward the elevator again.
"Hope we get to know each other better." He called after her, grinning as she shot him an evil glare over her shoulder. He watched as the elevator doors opened and closed after her. This could be fun.if I wasn't late! He thought as he looked at his watch. He muttered a curse and rushed to his suite to get ready to go to the studio.
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"I was beginning to think you had gotten lost." Jonathan greeted Buffy as she ran out of the elevator.
"Sorry about that. I had a run-in, literally, with someone in the hallway. Anyway, let's hit the road!" Buffy followed Jonathan out of the hotel to the limo and vowed to put all thoughts of the blonde man out of her head. She'd just have to do her best to avoid him. He likely wouldn't be staying long, so she could probably manage to not see him for the duration of his stay. She wouldn't even be at the hotel very much anyway; the days on set were often very long. It'll be easy. I won't have to see that totally annoying, immature, stupid, sexy jerk again. Wait- sexy? Oh, boy.
Buffy slumped back in her seat and covered her face with her hands, groaning as she did so. This could turn out to be a long shoot.
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When they got to the studio, Jonathan led her into a lounge area where a few other people were milling around. Buffy was quite excited at meeting she people she would be working with her for the next few months.
"If you wouldn't mind waiting in here, the directors writers and other cast members should be here soon for the meet and greet. I've got some other stuff to do, will you be alright here?" Jonathan led her into a lounge area where a few other people were milling around, when they got to the studio. Since she had come in as a replacement for the role the cast and crew already established for the movie had already gotten together to do a run through of the script.
"Sure. Thanks for bringing me this far, Jonathan." Buffy smiled as he left the room and took a deep breath, praying that she wouldn't turn into a total spaz around these people.
"Hi there, you must be Buffy!" A pretty young woman with long, dark brown hair came up to her and offered her a hand. "I'm Cordelia Chase, but you can call me Cordy. I'm playing your best friend/accomplice in the movie."
"Hi, yes I am Buffy. It's nice to meet someone from the movie and finally be able to put a name to a face. I've been so swamped since I got the part I haven't had time to figure out who is who, I'm afraid."
"Oh, it's no worry. No one important is here yet. Just some of the make-up crew and what have you. I think this is nice though, meeting everyone before the actual shooting starts."
"Yes, I was relieved at that. I've heard about people coming on set and the first thing they have to do is film a love scene with someone they have known for an hour." Buffy cringed at that thought, having to do a love scene on her first day.
"I wouldn't be worried about that if I were you. Just to be able to be in the same room as Spike Giles would be amazing, let alone be in bed with him." Cordelia grinned at that.
"I really wouldn't know." Buffy replied.
"What? You don't know who Spike Giles is? William 'Spike' Giles? Wow, I guess you have been swamped this month. Haven't you heard his group 'Band of Buggered'?" Buffy and Cordelia started to walk to the refreshment table as they talked.
"No. I mean, I have heard of his band, just never stuff by his band. Are they good?"
"They're great! So sexy, all of them! I imagine since he'll be in LA for the next few months that they'll be playing a few shows at some clubs around here. We should totally go!" Cordelia said excitedly.
"That would be nice." Buffy was glad that she would be able to have one friend on set, at least. "What does he look like, exactly?"
"Well, he's built- but not muscle-y, you know? Great abs, gorgeous blue eyes, and the whitest h-" Cordelia cut herself off, distracted by the arrival of someone. "Oh, hey, that's the assistant-director, Wesley Wyndam- Price. You met him at the audition, right? He's British, so he's a little proper and stodgy but he's absolutely brilliant. Kind of cute too, don't you think?"
"He's something to look at." Buffy agreed. Wesley scanned the room, which was filling up slowly with minor cast and crew from the movie, and smiled when his eyes fell on Buffy and Cordelia.
"Girls! So glad to see you! Buffy." He offered her his hand as he approached them and they shook hello. "So nice to see you again. I am glad to be working with you on this after all. I was very excited when Julia Stiles decided to bow out. You were always my first choice."
"Good to know. It's good to see you again, as well." Buffy smiled.
"Hello Wesley, remember me?" Cordelia was desperately trying to get the English man's attention. He turned to her and flushed a little.
"Miss Chase, it is good to see you as well. I trust you're doing well?" Buffy slipped away silently, realizing there was something going on between the two of them that she wasn't privy to. She'd probably be able to get it out of Cordy later; by the way she couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut. She noticed there was a percolator on one of the tables set up for refreshments and made a bee-line to it, knowing that she would need caffeine in order to keep going for the rest of the day. She had been up since six in the morning to get ready for her flight, get to the airport, wait for the flight, actually be on the four hour flight and it had been a couple of hours since she had gotten off the plane. She'd been in New York auditioning for a play that she knew she wouldn't get and giving an interview to a sci-fi magazine following up on her stint as the 'Demon Hunter', now nearing four in the afternoon.
She poured herself a stiff cup of coffee and blew on it quickly as she looked around the room, trying to recognize people. She knew the really big stars in show business, at least in acting, but anyone else from TV, or lesser-known movies were a mystery to her. She usually had Willow fill her in on these things.
"Um, hi." A shy voice from her left snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Hi." Buffy replied, turning to the girl. She was a little taller than Buffy with long, dark blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. She wore a pair of jeans and a nice ruffled top, dressy enough for this event but casual enough to be comfortable. Buffy wished that she had jeans on now, instead of the black dress pants and white sweater.
"I-I'm Tara MacLay. I'm head ofthe make-up on the set." She was painfully shy, and barely met Buffy's eyes. Buffy gave her a warm smile.
"Glad to know. I'm just glad to meet someone else here. I don't know anyone." Buffy said, laughing.
"Oh, well I could point out a few people to you, if you wanted." Tara offered. Buffy smiled at her again.
"That would be super. I'm kind of bad with names too, so having someone tell me a few times who people are would be great. I'd hate to call someone by the wrong name and have them hate me!"
"Oh, no. Everyone you'll be working with are really nice." Tara and Buffy moved to a small set of comfortable chairs, slightly out of the way of people so they could look at them in peace.
As Tara started to tell her who some people were and what they were like Buffy began to relax. Cordy and Tara were really nice and it was great that she'd met them first so she wouldn't be sticking out like a sore thumb, or looking like a dork. She was normally a very confident and self- assured girl but she felt out of her element here. This being such a big movie and she wanted to prove herself so much that she wanted to come across the best way possible. Shut up, Buffy. Just be you. It got you this far. Now suck it up! Her mind yelled at her and Buffy relaxed a little more.
She and Tara were having a great conversation about the movie and what had led them to be involved with it when the door opened again and a few more people came in. There was a general hub coming from the area where the people had come in. Buffy tried to get a look at them but there were now too many people around and most of them were taller than her. She wondered if it was her leading man who walked in and stood up to try to get a better view. Again, she couldn't.
"Do you want to go see who it is?" She asked Tara. She shook her head, choosing instead to watch from afar. Buffy told her she would be right back and made her way through the mini-crowd to see who it was. Some people introduced themselves as she passed them, but she was too intent on seeing her leading man to pay attention, not that she would remember anyway.
"Hey." She said, coming up behind Cordy, who was still standing with Wesley, still talking to him.
"Hey, where have you been?" She asked.
"Talking to some people. Who is it that just came in?" Buffy asked, standing up on her tiptoes.
"Oh, that's Angel O'Conner." Just as the words came out of Cordy's mouth the crowd parted a little and she could see the tall man, with the full head of hair standing by the door. A woman who looked like she stepped out of the pages of Goth Weekly stood beside him with her arms around him protectively. Buffy stood for a moment, in shock as she saw the former lover of her life in person for the first time in over a year. Angel's eyes made their way over some of the people around him, before landing on her. Buffy fought to keep a normal expression on her face but in her mind she was screaming so loud she wondered why her head hadn't exploded yet.
"Buffy." Angel pasted a sly smirk on his face as he made his way to her. His goth dog followed, her hand completely enveloped by his.
"Angel. How. nice to see you again." Buffy said politely. Cordy and Wesley watched the pair closely, not wishing to get involved, but there if need be.
"Same here, Buff, same here. What have you been up to, anyway? I thought I'd seen a publicity shot somewhere of you in elf ears, did my eyes mistake me?" Angel stared at her, his eyes mocking her.
"Actually, they were Vulcan ears. For someone who was so obsessed with Star Trek for so long, I'm surprised that you didn't know the difference." Buffy hadn't meant for that to come out, but it was and now she was the one staring at him. Angel blinked but didn't fall for the bait.
"Oh, is she the one who was on that devil show, honey?" The demonic girl attached to Angel's side spoke finally, in a small, breathy child voice. She was English, but looked like she was from the seventh gate of hell, with her long black hair, long gown with the blood-red bodice and flared black skirt.
"Yes Dru, the one that got canceled." Angel told her. "So you finally landed a decent role. Who knows, you might catch the eye of some guy who isn't scared off by your 'tough girl' role- or you'll attract some really cute girls to your kind of 'butch'-"
Buffy took a deep breath, before cutting him off. "What exactly are you doing in the movie Angel?"
"I play your ex-boyfriend who helps to steal your inheritance, dearie. Kind of like real life, isn't it?" Angel smirked at her, sure he had her. Buffy just smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, it kind of is. You playing a bit part, while some other hunk of a man takes the lead role in my life. Fitting, isn't it? I bet you auditioned for the lead, too, didn't you? Too bad, maybe next year you'll be a real man." With that Buffy brushed past him out of the room, noticing as she did so, the shocked look in his eye and jaw clenching in annoyance. She needed to find a bathroom, fast.
She scurried down the hall, trying to look as normal as possible, breathing a sigh of relief when she finally did. She ducked into the room and headed for the mirror.
"You did good in there, girl. Don't let him get to you or see you sweat and you are home free." She told herself. She thought back on the conversation she had just had and smiled to herself. "That was damn good."
She quickly washed her hands, as if washing off the bad Angel karma and prepared herself to go back into the meet and greet room. You made it to here. Someone knows that you have talent and that is why you are here. They could have picked any old blonde bimbo to replace Julia Stiles, but they chose you. Get out of here and kick some ass!
Buffy stood up and threw her shoulders back, holding her head high. She opened the bathroom door and reached up with her right hand to push her hair back. That move caused her to not see the quick moving person coming down the hall and the next thing she knew she was sprawled out on the floor, admiring yet another posh looking carpet.
There is no way that this can happen twice in one day. She thought as she groaned to herself. She would hurt tomorrow, that's for sure. At least the day was almost over and things couldn't get any worse.
Her eyes widened as the Gods cursed her for that thought.
"You know, Goldilocks, we have to stop meeting this way."