Sorry, Marta. Women don't tell me that often, either, if that makes you feel better. The sign I was born under? Apparently "Next". Nice to meet you and thanks for the compliment...obviously I'm not the detective.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Not to worry. When I changed my name to marty, I didn't know how to spell it for a woman. No big, I am used to mistrakes.
Write more! now!
"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting."
"Eh, it's not a big deal. Gave me time to file a class-action suit about these shoes. Or I may just use my gun...I haven't decided."
Whistler smiled. She was more approachable than he'd expected. "I hate it when that happens. I think they're very sexy...black heels usually are."
"Guys! You're all the same! If I wore these to work, even though those guys know everything about me, I'd still have to fend them off with a nightstick! Cause they're heels. I guess they are sexy though, if you're not into walking...I feel like the world's sexiest amputee."
"They do look like they'd be hard to fight evil in, though."
She laughed again. She had a great laugh. "Is that what you think I do? You're not on the Job, are you? And you watch a lot of TV, right?"
He looked a little wounded. "Good and evil are sort of hobbies of mine."
"Remind me if we go out again to introduce you to my friend Tim, OK? He kind of loses me with his philosophy, sometimes. You guys would have a lot to talk about, with the Sartra, and everything."
"Sartra" ought to be "Sartre".
Everything else, oh MAMA, keep it coming. Class action or gun!
I love love love Kay Howard.
"It's Sartre."
" I was in college for a while, but it's been a long time. And I don't get much time to read, anymore. Or wonder what stuff means. And now that I sound like a complete yokel, would you mind if we went somewhere so I can get out of these shoes?"
"Hmm, clothing removal on a first date. Bold strategy, Detective."
"I'm not promising that anything else is coming off. Just so we're clear."
"But not denying, either, I notice. Keeping your options open?"
"Yeah, well, I'm only human, right?"
"Yes,*you* are."
HA!
Dude, you TRUMPED my ass.
That does it. I am so marrying erika, period. Nic will have to lump it.
This is so sudden. My first proposal. And yeah, Kay's mistake, not mine.
(gets down on one knee)
I should have known, damnit.
I'm leaving my mistake up there, for all the world to see. Oh, and I love that last emphasis on yeah, you're human....
OK, I'll never use my Pembleton for anyone else but you.And you know I love Kay, too.(I'm not sure about her education though, but most people kinda give college a shot, don't they, nowadays?)Given that she didn't live in the projects and stuff. And I'm probably more pissed she got fired than she is now.Melissa, not Kay.
"With this Frank, will you be mine?"
(sorry - just posted Bruuuuce lyrics at your request and they happened to be "The Fuse"....)