One of her fics inspired the first one I ever wrote, and ever since it's been my pleasure to get to know her. Big Hugs and Mad Props to the girl who always puts a Zing! in my life whenever I see her name in my inbox, even if she had to make several attempts at slaying the Inbox Monster to get it in there.
Ladies, gentlemen, and slashaholics everywhere, I give you: Angelina! (Just put her back when you're done, 'kay?)
Hugs,
Dan
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Cordelia: God! Fawn much?
Faith: Yeah, he did kind of overdo it.
Willow: Oh, I think it's sweet.
Cordelia: There's a surprise...
Buffy: Watch it, Cordy...
Faith: Why don't **you** watch it, B?
Buffy: You gonna make me, "F"?
Willow (desperate to change the subject, not to mention disperse a
certain UST gathering around the Slayers): Say, speaking of watching,
how come Brooke and Sam are just making out over there, and not talking?
Buffy: Um, maybe it's some statement about the purity of simple love?
Cordelia: Or maybe it's a statement about how Mr. Big-Shot Dialogue Guy
never really watched "Popular" and is too scared to try and have them
say anything?
Faith: Uh, C, y'wanna explain to me why that's **bad** again?
Buffy: Hmm, adding a new one to the list of "Things I Never Thought I'd
Say" here, but I think Faith has a point.
Willow (noticing Sam and Brooke's hands disappearing up each other's
shirts, slackjawed): Uh-huh...
And so we fade out on certain Slayers, their soulmates, and the poster children for [step]sister-cest all setting the record for synchronized sighing, as we say...