[Re: [OT: Buffy & EVW #24...]]

[Mad Hamlet <Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx>]

Greetings,
 
*> Mad Hamlet wrote:
*> Upset?
*> Me?

*Bitch, bitch, whine, moan, year of darkness, buckets of blood, 
*mumble, bitch, moan.

*:P~~~~~

*Anne-Lise.

I will have you know madam, that real men do not 'Bitch', 'Whine' or 'moan'.

We grumble.

Unless there's a situation where moaning is a viable option and even in that
case we 'Growl'.


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'Too Much Inspiration'


Willow peered up and down the street carefully making sure none of the
passerbys had noticed her. She had taken the bus all the way to LA to get the
perfect present for Buffy. 

The situation would not have been appropiate though, in a small town like
Sunnydale. Not that she cared what the masses thought overly much of her
relationship with the Slayer.

'This is a bit beyond the pale though.' Willow mused.

She shrugged slightly, set her shoulders and pushed open the door of the small
jewlery store. A bell at the top tingled letting the owner know he had a
customer.

A man came out from the back wiping his hands on a rag.

He wore a plain button down denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a workers
apron and jeans. He had glasses perched on the top of his head too.

Tossing the rag to a corner behind his counter the eyes the redhead politly.

"Can I help you young lady?" He said.

"Um.." Willow stuttered. Her face began to burn in embarassment. "You..uh..do
engravings right?"

The man nodded. "Yes we do. Silver, gold, whatever it is, you want the words,
you'll get em'. Reasoanble prices too."

"Good...good." Willow whispered to herself. "That's good."

The two of them stood silently for a moment. The man staring at Willow, Willow
staring at the floor.

A few moments passed.

A few more moments passed.

"So..you'd like an engraving then?" The man finally asked.

Willow jumped slightly.

"Oh! Yes..yes I would um..would you.." She reached into her her purse slowly
and pulled out the item in question. The shopkeepers eyes nearlly bulged out
of his sockets as he took in what Willow was holding. She set it on the glass
countertop.

"You..you..." The shopkeeper stuttered. "You want me to engrave THAT?"

Firmly set on the path now Willow did not let herself become embarassed again.
"Yes." She said quietly. "Yes I do. It's for a friend."

The man eyed the item carefully. Like one would an angry pit viper.

"It's silver plated." Willow said helpfully.

"Yeah..yeah I can tell." The shopkeeper replied slowly. "It's just
that..that..lady are you absolutly positive you want me to do an engraving on
your dil-"

"THING!" Willow interupted loudly. "It's a Thing."

"Thing?" The man asked weakly.

"Yes." Willow nodded. "Buffy gave it that name, she likes to come over on
Fridays. She..she comes over on Fridays and we hang out, watching movies and
eating popcorn. Then..uh..then when the movies are over and the popcorn is all
gone she asks if we want to do our Thing and I, being so much totaly in love
with her, say I do and we do and it's actually really, really good and I'm
just giving you far to much information arn't I?"

The shopkeepers jaw was hanging open.

"I'll take that for a yes." Willow said meekly. "Listen I can take go
somewhere else if it bothers you that much." 

She reached for the item to be engraved. 

"No, no." The shopkeeper said. "That's fine, really. It's none of my buisness.
A commision is a commision." He paused. "Even if I will never, ever tell
anyone about it."

"That'd probably be for the best." Willow said.

The shopkeeper nodded in agreement.

He reached a hand slowly toward 'it'. Then pulled back. Squaring his shoulders
he tried again. 

"It's clean." Willow offered helpfully. "I washed it."

The shopkeeper looked like he wanted to cry.

"Okay..okay..okay.." He said. He took a deep breath, held it, let it out and
repeated the process a few times.

"Alright. What do you want engraved on it?"

Again Willow flushed slightly but resolutly reached into her purse again and
pulled out a folded piece of paper. This she handed the shopkeeper.
With a raised eyebrow the shopkeeper unfolded the note and read the words
written on it aloud.

'One Thing To Please Them All,
'One Thing to Bind Them.'
'One Thing to Get Em' Moaning
'Until The Morning Finds Them.'

Willow giggled slighty, pressing her hand over her mouth.

"I really liked the movie." Was as she said as explination.

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I have yet to actually SEE the movie myself, but I've read the entire series
at least fifteen times in my life.

I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet



There is only one thing that can damn me.
That can send me down in a swirling maelstrom of fire and pain.
And it is not the word of Man.
And it is not the lessons and rules of the Church, hypocrites every one.
And it is not the words of God, nor the judgements of Angels.
And it not a fair tribunal of my 'peers' that can find me guilty of crimes
immortal.
No. 
I can only be accused, judged and damned by my own Soul.
And I would never be so betrayed.

Mad-Hamlet