![]() ![]() “It never does,” Buffy muttered, but then she shrugged it off and lifted her chin. The only thing more rock solid than Faith’s confidence was her abs. Mostly they got distracted by Faith’s frontwoman exuberance. She didn’t have a thing for Xander, but it was kind of nice for a guy to have a thing for her for once. “He was the only one left after last call.”īuffy dropped her eyes. “Why do guys always get so weird after you bang them?” Faith asked.įaith shrugged. She winked at Xander as she finished, and he glanced guiltily at Buffy before skittering away down the bar. She tossed them all back quickly - bim bam boom. Xander punctuated Faith’s statement by setting down her usual pregame tequila shots, alongside a salt shaker and a slice of lime. “If I ever send a group text, please punch me in the face repeatedly.” “You’ve heard of a group text? Takes like five seconds.” “Sometimes I gotta make executive decisions. “Xander was telling me about the Battle of the Bands,” Buffy explained.īuffy pulled away from her. Buffy always felt a little too bright next to Faith, like maybe she was giving off a glare. ![]() ![]() “Sign up for what?” Faith slung her arm around Buffy’s shoulders and squeezed.īuffy’s bandmate was dressed in her signature style - leather pants and a tank top that showed off her thorny black bicep tat. And you do win free studio time and some cash.”īuffy tilted her head appraisingly. “But all the A&R guys come, and it has been known to happen. “OK, yeah, that’s a longshot,” Xander admitted. “If we choose to do musical battle, and we win, there’s gotta be a prize, right? Year’s supply of Turtle Wax?” Now he looked more like the type of guy who owned a tea cozy, whatever that was. There were pictures of him performing in a Sex Pistols wannabe band in the ’70s in the club’s tiny backstage area. Giles, the owner of the Bronze, was a former rocker himself. “I’m sure I saw the Slayers on Giles’ list,” Xander said. “First I’m hearing of it,” Buffy said, trying to remember if any of the other members of the band had mentioned a battle. “Oh, did I get it wrong?” Xander’s forehead wrinkled. “I think you’ll smoke the competition.”īuffy coughed, caught off guard. “It’s cool you guys signed up for the Battle of the Bands,” he said. He watched her with a smile as she picked up her drink and took a swig. And she suspected that Xander might be a little sweet on her. He’d started stocking coffee drinks behind the bar ever since he found out that Buffy wasn’t too big on booze. “One mocha frappuccino for the lady,” he said, popping off the top with a flourish. He plunked the cold glass bottle down in front of her without her even asking. The Bronze was pretty happening most nights of the week, and the Slayers were still making a name for themselves in the LA scene.Īnother thing Xander knew well was Buffy’s drink order. Xander the bartender knew very well that the Slayers had been playing the Bronze every Tuesday lately. “Must be Tuesday,” Buffy said sardonically. ![]() “Ah,” he said loudly, “the Slayers are playing tonight.” The guy behind the bar offered her a grin as she approached. Her hands almost itched to feel the solid wood of her drumsticks, to show the crowd what she could do. The whole club seemed to vibrate with potential - the tinkle of glasses, the buzz of conversation, the bursts of laughter making their own kind of music. She's, uh, hell on the old skins, you know.īuffy loved the energy of the Bronze right before a show. ![]()
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