As for me I'm just continuing my wipbigbang Like Stone set in the Buffyverse. Still in Connor's pov picking up from last week.
When I made it to the pub, Kate was waiting for me at our usual table, near the dart boards, real ones with sharp metal darts. I felt guilty about asking her here. She was fifty-something and didn’t need to be out at all hours. Her blonde hair was streaked with ash, pulled into a tail. A fine web of wrinkles surrounded her eyes and lips but she was still pretty. Kate had had her own private detective agency for a while after she left the force. Then she joined up with Wes and Angel to fill in the spaces left by Fred, Cordy and Gunn. I met her through Wes, and we’ve been friends and confidantes ever since. I swung by the bar first, picking up my pint that Colleen started pouring the moment she saw me entering, and then she poured me a second without asking. I must have looked really rough. I leaned against the elaborately carved, dark wood as the Guinness all but oozed from the tap. Colleen told me her father had imported the actual bar from a pub in Ireland. I could practically feel its age thrumming in the wood.
I sat with Kate. “Sorry for dragging you out here.”
Kate had a little line of shots of Irish whiskey lined up, ready for our consumption. We honestly weren’t the hard drinking cop cliché. She drank rarely, having gotten on the bad side of a bottle and drugs after her father was killed. I didn’t drink heavily normally. Dad did when he was mortal, and the less like him I acted, the better. She smiled at me. “You say that every time. I’m getting older, not ancient or dead, Connor. I can keep a friend company.”
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Date: 2019-05-09 04:42 am (UTC)As for me I'm just continuing my
When I made it to the pub, Kate was waiting for me at our usual table, near the dart boards, real ones with sharp metal darts. I felt guilty about asking her here. She was fifty-something and didn’t need to be out at all hours. Her blonde hair was streaked with ash, pulled into a tail. A fine web of wrinkles surrounded her eyes and lips but she was still pretty. Kate had had her own private detective agency for a while after she left the force. Then she joined up with Wes and Angel to fill in the spaces left by Fred, Cordy and Gunn. I met her through Wes, and we’ve been friends and confidantes ever since. I swung by the bar first, picking up my pint that Colleen started pouring the moment she saw me entering, and then she poured me a second without asking. I must have looked really rough. I leaned against the elaborately carved, dark wood as the Guinness all but oozed from the tap. Colleen told me her father had imported the actual bar from a pub in Ireland. I could practically feel its age thrumming in the wood.
I sat with Kate. “Sorry for dragging you out here.”
Kate had a little line of shots of Irish whiskey lined up, ready for our consumption. We honestly weren’t the hard drinking cop cliché. She drank rarely, having gotten on the bad side of a bottle and drugs after her father was killed. I didn’t drink heavily normally. Dad did when he was mortal, and the less like him I acted, the better. She smiled at me. “You say that every time. I’m getting older, not ancient or dead, Connor. I can keep a friend company.”