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Andrew approached the mansion in his rental car. He had been sent to the slayer's abode at the bidding of Giles, though his mentor had been a bit vague as to why. It was probably part of his training, he had decided on the long plane trip there. Work with a slayer for a while. He had already worked with her, but maybe he would be led up to some great revelation and use the divine knowledge to save her life at the last moment. He sat and pondered it a bit, then was suddenly reminded the car was still in drive as he rolled into the back of a jeep.

"Crap!" he whined, turning off the car and rushing outside to look. It wasn't that bad, just a scrape. Paint would cover it. But just in case, he got back into the car and parked on the other side of the street. After all, if he was going to have a great epiphany he shouldn't be burdened with legal things.

The blonde walked up to the door of the mansion and rapped twice. No answer. He looked at his wristwatch. Buffy was probably asleep... he sat down on the stoop, and decided to just sleep outside.

[Later]
"Not the suit," he chanted as he wiped at the white splotch of crap that had landed on his shoulder. The sun was coming up, too. Stupid birds, ruining grand entrances...

Andrew stood up hastily. "Y-yes! Giles sent me. It was like, Kirk..." he paused, and attempted to regain himself. "I mean, he sent me to help you." He put on his best smile, and pretended that there was not, in fact, a giant hunk of crap on his shoulder.
"So, Buffy, how have things been? Is Dawn still living with you?" He resisted the urge to add, 'or Spike?'

Andrew nodded. "It was a long flight. I sat next to this really fat woman whose fat squeezed under the armrest... for 7 hours." he looked lost in thought for a moment, recalling having to slide against her on his way to the bathroom... "But, they gave me a sandwich and I got to watch movies."
He glanced over his shoulder at his car. "I can take you. I think I saw something on the way here." He started to walk towards the car when something seemed.. wrong. An annoying little voice in his head seemed to know what was going on.
"...did I lock my car last night?" In fact, he had not. He rushed over to look, and saw all his luggage missing. There were scratches on the dashboard like someone had tried to take the radio, but it was still there. Andrew turned to Buffy and grinned big again. "So, uh... ready to go now?

Andrew got into the Driver's side and shook his head, the grin still plastered on his face. He wasn't going to look like an idiot on his first real job. "What? Oh, thanks." he patted on the dashboard and the radio popped out. "It, uh... mrmm"He mumbled something about the crummy rental place, and turned on the car.
[[Later]]
"I don't see why you couldn't just buy me the bazooka gum," he complained as he parked the car back infront of the mansion, groceries where his luggage should be.

Dawn was fuming at the way Buffy had yelled at her, she had one drink and had talked to the bartender for an hour or so. And she did not come home drunk, nor had she been drunk. Of course she was going to "smell" of drink after being at a bar. All she wanted was some normality and thats what she had gone after. She made a point of ignoring Buffy as she went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Dawn was humming one of her favourite songs and wandered how much more grown up could she be considering all the crap she has already been through. Christ, she was eighteen after all and had much more responsibility than most eighteen year olds. Hmph she grumbled as she sat at the kitchen table and waited to see what was going on.