Buffy: Ask Anya, maybe she got it on tape. Actually don’t. It’s kind of a secret.
Buffy: But yes, that is something I non-metaphorically, totally real lifeically, did while drunk.
Buffy: Don’t even remember it and I still feel guilty.
Buffy: I think sainthood and drunkenness sort of contradict one another anyways.
Faith: Damn. Wish I were that cool. That’s one I haven’t done yet.
Faith: Who was it? I mean, if you know and wanna say.
Faith: True that. Think I’m done with that stuff though. Unless you were hoping to toss a few back.
Buffy: Only I get to be this cool, Faith.
Buffy: Do you remember Cameron? My uh, well I’m not sure what he was to me anymore. But he was vampire Matthew’s boyfriend. That’s who it was.
Buffy: Nope definitely not hoping to be doing any tossing of anything any time soon.
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Text @ Buffy
Buffy: Really hurt is when it gets to coma level, or the loss of body parts. Which it didn’t.
Buffy: You could totally swing. If you wanted to 🙂
Xander: What’s just hurt then?
Xander: I do want. Swinging after work tomorrow it is. Should I bring anything?
Buffy: Just hurt is broken bones, that sort of thing. Recoverable.
Buffy: You could also swing by my apartment (which I think is probably stupidly unlocked) and get my laptop/make sure the place isn’t ransacked. That’d be super.
Xander: I can do that. See you tomorrow.
Buffy: See ya!
text @ Buffy
Buffy: Nope, you didn’t wake me. My phone’s sort of been blowing up now that everyone realizes I’m all sentient.
Buffy: He can come over if he wants. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it or anything. It’s up to him.
Buffy: It’s kind of weird, he called me the other day. When the registration law passed. It was this strange sort of non conversation.
Willow: I’m sorry.
Willow: …was it a good kind of non-conversation?
Buffy: It just sort of was. We didn’t fight or anything if that’s what you’re asking.
Buffy: I was shocked by it I guess. Out of the blue he calls me all concerned, I don’t know what to think of it really. Or if I should even think anything of it at all.
Text @ Buffy
Xander: And this counts as only sort of hurt?
Xander: Do you want me to swing by sometime?
Buffy: Really hurt is when it gets to coma level, or the loss of body parts. Which it didn’t.
Buffy: You could totally swing. If you wanted to 🙂
Xander: What’s just hurt then?
Xander: I do want. Swinging after work tomorrow it is. Should I bring anything?
Buffy: Just hurt is broken bones, that sort of thing. Recoverable.
Buffy: You could also swing by my apartment (which I think is probably stupidly unlocked) and get my laptop/make sure the place isn’t ransacked. That’d be super.
text @ faith
Faith: Now there’s somethin’ I’d pay to see.
Faith: Aaaand you’re not talking metaphorically, are you?
Faith: I’m no drunken saint either.
Buffy: Ask Anya, maybe she got it on tape. Actually don’t. It’s kind of a secret.
Buffy: But yes, that is something I non-metaphorically, totally real lifeically, did while drunk.
Buffy: Don’t even remember it and I still feel guilty.
Buffy: I think sainthood and drunkenness sort of contradict one another anyways.
Text @ Buffy
Xander: Hopefully they won’t figure it out and she’ll be okay. Though it’s not your fault if something does happen.
Xander: Are you at home right now?
Buffy: I’m at Willow’s. I’m kind of stuck here, not that it’s bad to be here. It’s kind of a result of the taking of the beating.
Xander: And this counts as only sort of hurt?
Xander: Do you want me to swing by sometime?
Buffy: Really hurt is when it gets to coma level, or the loss of body parts. Which it didn’t.
Buffy: You could totally swing. If you wanted to 🙂
text @ Buffy
Willow: I forgot to mention when I was up there earlier that Angel messaged me the other day. Do you want him to come over sometime?
Willow: Sorry if this woke you up or anything.
Buffy: Nope, you didn’t wake me. My phone’s sort of been blowing up now that everyone realizes I’m all sentient.
Buffy: He can come over if he wants. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it or anything. It’s up to him.
Buffy: It’s kind of weird, he called me the other day. When the registration law passed. It was this strange sort of non conversation.
text @ faith
Buffy: But maybe nothing bad will happen to her and it will all be okay.
Buffy: A girl can dream.
Faith: I’d drink to that.
Buffy: Imagine you and me drinking together.
Buffy: I’m not sure how much good would come of it.
Buffy: I mean, the last time I got properly smashed I sort of wished someone to hell.
Text @ Buffy
Xander: Hey Buff. You okay? I heard you took a beating from Faith and just – are you okay?
Buffy: Hey. I’m okay. I mean I’m sort of hurt, but I’m okay. I’ve got the whole slayer healing thing for that. I feel really bad about Penelope.
Xander: Hopefully they won’t figure it out and she’ll be okay. Though it’s not your fault if something does happen.
Xander: Are you at home right now?
Buffy: I’m at Willow’s. I’m kind of stuck here, not that it’s bad to be here. It’s kind of a result of the taking of the beating.
text @ faith
Buffy: Harsh, she is not stuck-up! And she can be very fun. She definitely has a sense of fun, just not in the obvious way.
Buffy: Apart from your glaring description errors, I think maybe we’ve got the same girl in mind.
Buffy: I wish it was as easy as blaming unconsciousness.
Faith: Right, /my/ description errors.
Faith: I’m not stoked about the sitch either, but you do more good out here than she does.
Faith: Not sayin’ it’s perfect, but it’s something.
Buffy: But maybe nothing bad will happen to her and it will all be okay.
Buffy: A girl can dream.
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