Inell's Fanfiction Archive

Buffy is glad she's able to leave the odd pub. The scent of alcohol and smoke gave her a headache so she's relieved to step out into Fiction Alley. Giles will be happy that her trip has been a success. The sparkly stick of doom, she refuses to even think it in capitals much less say it in such an imposing way, is secure in the pocket of her coat and she even got to stake a creepy looking vamp who followed her into the hall by the bathrooms.

As she walks away, she sees a couple of hotties kissing against the wall. One has dark hair and he winks when he catches her watching. She hears him say, "Remus, we've got an audience," before he takes a drag off his cigarette. She rolls her eyes before the other guy looks up and walks away. She's got a date with Willow and Xander tonight and a stack of videos. She prefers Johnny Depp and sexy pirates to two old guys fucking in an alley anyway. She pats the pocket holding the sparkly stick of doom and grins as she heads back to the temporary Watcher's Council to report in before she can call it a night.