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Title: Gamblers and Kittens
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, during ep. 6x05 “Life Serial”
Summary: Buffy is getting fed up with the kitten poker game.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #176 - Water [Past Prompts Revisited]
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Buffy tilted her head as one of the demons shuffled the deck with practiced ease. She took another gulp from the bottle, her tongue-out retch joining the mewls of disgruntled kittens.
“Your Slayer friend has got no sense of measure when it comes to alcohol, Spike,” another demon drawled.
“Hey! I could slay you with my eyes closed and a hand tied behind my back,” she slurred, arching her eyebrow.
Spike chuckled nervously. “Want me to get you some water, luv?”
“I want the information you promised to get for me!”
“After the game, pet.”
Buffy groaned with growing frustration.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set in S6, during ep. 6x05 “Life Serial”
Summary: Buffy is getting fed up with the kitten poker game.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #176 - Water [Past Prompts Revisited]
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Buffy tilted her head as one of the demons shuffled the deck with practiced ease. She took another gulp from the bottle, her tongue-out retch joining the mewls of disgruntled kittens.
“Your Slayer friend has got no sense of measure when it comes to alcohol, Spike,” another demon drawled.
“Hey! I could slay you with my eyes closed and a hand tied behind my back,” she slurred, arching her eyebrow.
Spike chuckled nervously. “Want me to get you some water, luv?”
“I want the information you promised to get for me!”
“After the game, pet.”
Buffy groaned with growing frustration.