Snippet: Anne-Lise's Snippets (26/?)

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Its gonna be a long, lonely summer... o/~

Anne-Lise

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Buffy stared out of the window at her new life. She stood, dressed 
in her waitress uniform, and glared at the grim streets of LA. Some 
homeless guy stared back at her from across the street but he didn't 
really see her. He was just a semi-conscious wino drunk on cheap 
whisky. A bum, like everyone else out there. Herself included, she 
realised.
She thought back on the life she'd left behind, to the girl she'd 
left behind.
Buffy and Willow had been friends since Buffy's first day at 
school, but in the last year, they had grown almost inseperable. They 
were chalk and cheese, yet they were perfect together.
Her shift ended, and the Slayer, a young woman of superhuman 
strength, determination and constitution, felt completely wasted. She 
wondered how the regular mortals managed. She sighed and folded up 
her apron. Time for the trudge home.
Home. The word caught in her mind and she choked back a sob. She 
decided she'd go for a drink. Not to get drunk, not like the human 
effluence outside, but just a drink. A change of scenery.
She entered the first bar she came to, and walked past a bouncer 
who didn't even ask her for ID. She was a working girl, probably in 
more ways than one. She had to be 21, and if she wasn't, who the fuck 
cared? He did notice her ass though. It was a great ass. The 
bartender also neglected to check her ID. Hell, in that makeup she 
could be 24 or 40. Who the hell could tell these days?
Buffy didn't even notice that there were no men in the place other 
than the bouncer and bartender. She just wanted to stare forlornly 
into her glass. So that's what she did. Stared, sipped, drank, and 
hoped to forget. For awhile at least.
After a good hour of solitary drinking, a woman who seemed sort-of 
familiar sat on the stool next to Buffy. Buffy looked up, eyes wide. 
Who the...?
"Want to dance?" the woman asked, as it sank into Buffy that she was 
in a gay bar. She'd been so engrossed by the colour of her beer, cool 
foamy beer, that she hadn't noticed the place fill up. With women.
Buffy shrugged. What the hell. "Sure," she agreed.
Dancing felt good. The feeling of being in someone's arms again, 
soft and sensual, flickers of desires and need, warmth... She relaxed 
into the embrace.
Buffy looked up at the woman and smiled. 
"Hi, I'm... Anne." Buffy said.
The woman smiled back. "I'm Sheila," she said. "Sheila Rosenberg."
Buffy's heart stopped, froze, shrivelled and died. Or at least, 
that's how it felt.
"We can stay here if you like," Sheila said, "or we could go back to 
my place. I'm staying nearby."
"I think... I... I think I'd like that," Buffy surprised herself by 
saying. She was drunk and not really thinking straight. She could see 
Willow's face in Sheila's.
Sheila smiled. "Can I ask you a question? A personal question, I 
mean?"
Buffy nodded, her guards raised but fuzzy.
"Weren't you a friend of my daughter's back in Sunnydale?" sheila 
asked.
Buffy stared.
Sheila laughed. "Don't be so shocked! You don't need to maintain a 
facade with me. If I wasn't attracted to you, I never would have 
talked to you in the first place. Let me guess, your mother doesn't 
know you're here. She gestured around the bar. Hell, that's why I'm 
here. Too many loose tongues back in Sunnydale."
Buffy slowly recovered from the shock of having her cover blown.
Sheila smiled gently and touched her fingertips to Buffy's 
cheeks. "Don't worry love," she said. "We'll make tonight something 
special."
Buffy smiled back. 
"Especially as my daughter will be there too," Sheila said with a 
lazy smile. "I'm sure she'd love to join us."