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Xoey woke with a start, the kind of start that sent her flying into her ceiling. She would have been screaming, but the slayer couldn't breathe, the air escaped her as she desperately sucked, trying to control her breathing. She was drenched in sweat, as were the sheets she was wrapped in. Her knuckles were dead white, gripping her blanket. Eventually the grip loosened, and her breathing steadied, though the sweat remained on her. That damned dream, again. She needed another shower, she hadn't even started kicking a** and she already smelled like a gym sock. Or at least, what she'd imagine a gym sock would smell like.

Upon returning to her nook of a room, this time a clean kind of wet, she went over the events of last night. Killed a vamp, stabbed a demon, made a small fortune. All very normal. And then, she got into a brawl fight with a deadly witch with a brunette she didn't even know. A female brunette. The whole thing reeked of magic and evil, even the parts that didn't involve black veins or finger-lightning. She should look into it, except for the not knowing where to start part.

Pursuing the brunette might lead to her losing her head again, and she might slaughter an innocent puppy who looked at the other girl funny. And she liked innocent puppies. She could go to the bar, but she doubted that they would welcome her with open arms and be big with the giving of information. A more "GTFO and pay for the damages" approach was what she was used to recieving after such things occured. Or, she could find the witch.

And die.

So, she would just have to pretend it had never happened and never go after any portion of that night again. She should just block off her memory, probably. Concentrate... concentrate... all better!

Except not.

Still, she was starved, and looking for some action, despite all the daylight. The slayer got dressed and went out, walking towards her usual breakfast cafe, The DeLite. Tacky, but cheap, and conveniently located near her stomping grounds, as well as that of the dead.

Buffy snorted at the thought of slaying in the buff... and that thought led her back to Willow.

She grinned at Angel, grabbed the sheet and stood up, wrapped toga style, and walked directly into the adjoining shower for a quick cleaning. She washed her hair and all that was in between that and her toes, then got out and dried. She recalled Steph and Phoenix had shopped the day before, and was interested in checking out whatever new gear they'd brought home, but could hardly go down in a towel.
She walked over to Angel, who looked just gorgeous in black, as always. Although, she considered, now that he could tan a little, white would look just beautiful. Angel in white. She laughed at her own dorkiness, then stood on tip-toe. "Bathroom's free if you wanna brush your teeth and wash your face- not that your breath isn't just lovely." She blushed in consternation.

Shaking her head, she walked to the closet to consider her options. Then she realized she'd never gotten dressed in front of him... and though it was ridiculous, considering the things they'd done with and to each other since his humanity... she was still shy about being naked in front of him. She opened a drawer in her dresser and pulled out some white undergarments, putting them on as quickly as possible, and then very elegantly tripping on the thong when she tried to pull it on under her towel.

She landed face down on the floor, thong half on, towel over her head, legs jumbled. Oh - my - god.
Buffy scrambled to her feet, face flaming and ears burning, and went back to the closet grabbing a sky blue sweater and black leather pants.
"You saw nothing. Nothing at all." She still faced the closet, and adjusted the clothing without falling.
"Goin' downstairs."
And she left with as much dignity as she could muster, ending up in the kitchen.

Before Phoenix had left the house that morning around 10, she'd written down the address of the place she'd seen the nest.
She had spotted a little dive with the unfortunate name of "The DeLite" in the vicinity of the nest.
Unfortunate cuz, damn, this food sucks, she thought.
She'd gone out with all sorts of bravado, but now that she was a few blocks away, and armed with just 2 stakes, a couple blades and a vial of holy water, she was hoping to wait til some of the troops arrived.
Or a troop. Just one will do. She drew out her breakfast as long as she could, calling the waitress over to refill her cup of coffee.
"Thanks," she murmured, and added enough sugar to choke a horse, grinning unabashedly at the girl sitting a few feet away.
"Sweet tooth."

Amy had finished up her morning jog, this time successfuly doing it in the morning. She had been thinking over her next move. So far, everything she'd done had barely been noticed, and really had been more circus tricks. Real evil was slightly more difficult than she had originally planned.

Hungry, the witch stepped into a cafe that was on her route, The DeLite. She stepped in, and found herself presented with pieces falling into her lap, once again. She smiled. It was nice when people gathered for you. Two slayers, the key, and a group of vampires in the corner. The undead she decided to ignore for now. They'd probably stick around. It was Dawn she suddenly recieved a profound amount of interest in. Rare that the Scoobies would let her go out without anyone watching over her, Amy thought, then saw her talking to one of the slayers.

Oh. They didn't.

"Hey Dawn. Remember me?" she flashed a toothy grin as she sidled up next to the slayer's sister. The former rat cast a glance towards the vampires. "Buffy didn't put you on slaying duty, did she? I knew you were doing the whole training-to-combat-evil thing, but should you really be chasing vamps with no powers?"

Phoenix had been so busy thinking about what she was about to do that she didn't even notice Dawn until the girl she'd told she was a sugar addict to turned on Dawn and started tellilng her off.
Phoenix stood up. And then some other chick came in and started talking to Dawn. What the hell?
"Hey, shortbread. What are you yelling at her for?"
She stood next to Dawn, both of them towering over the little girl.
"Who she is is none of your damned business."
Personally, Phoenix could give a rat's a**, seeing as she really didn't know Dawn at all. But they shared a roof, however temporarily, and to Phoenix, that meant family.

Xoey looked at the girl as she approached Brunette, whose name apparently was actually Dawn. She eavesdropped on their conversation. Slaying duty? Vamps? Suddenly she sensed it. Crap. That possible nest had become an actual nest. She was about to get up to do the deed, when a red-head came and violated her private space. Feeling tiny next to the three girls, Xoey stood up.

Didn't help.

Still, she tried to look as menacing as possible towards the other original character. "I wasn't yelling at her. And I think who she is is entirely my business, considering what happened last night." She wanted to grab her crossiant and continue eating it, but that wouldn't be dark and cruel and menacing, so she stood her ground, temporarily forgetting about the nest.

Phoenix was now intrigued. The little chick was spunky. And she had a buttery croissant.
She leaned in and grabbed it, taking a huge bite, and mumbled, "I'll buy you a fresh one, this one's all cold and s**t." Crumbs flew. Phoenix swallowed. "Sorry."
She took another bite, swallowed, and asked, "Dude, what happened last night?"
She smiled at the shortcake.