You threaten me with that crossbow and the bucket is gone.
River ,'Objects In Space'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Threaten you?
I was threatening the bucket, damnit. ZINGO! one three-inch broadhead right through the side.
And that's going to be a really useful bucket after that. Just not thinking ahead, and I will not be lining the cage with newspapers, missy.
Hey, girly, you're the one who gets to mop the floor. Not me.
I'm not sure you understand just how this relationship works.
Elena, sweetie - you do realise you're talking to a 5-9 leather-clad Valkyrie dom bitch type, right? A redhead, no less?
I mean, when I decide to shoot the slop bucket, that sucker gets shot.
But I have a throat-slit-scruffy-bitter-ex-Watcher on my team.
My money's on Elena.
My money's on Elena.
You may tuck it into my waistband.
What, because of Wesley?
Nonsense. I'll just tie Fred up and give her to Wes to play with for awhile.
Either he'll be too busy/distracted to be much help, or else we'll be too distracted watching him and Fred to worry about the damned bucket.