And I have No Idea what Kay's gonna think when she finds out.No idea what the meeting will look like.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
I make it a point not to smile...he backs up a little bit.
Oh, mercy.
Yeah...I love AssKicking!Kay. Obviously.(Unlike the network, I understand there are all sorts of reasons a woman might want to kick some ass and still be a real girl.) And she's very good at that "Can't tell if she's kidding" thing.Which I can be, but like in the Pembleton conversation about Danvers...I would find it too amusing and crack myself up(Unless it's true...but come on...no pun intended!)ETA: Typical me. You like my sentence, all I see is the typo that's in it.
Melissa Leo has one of those fine-boned interesting faces that's also very mobile/hard to read at the same time.
And, well, the hair.
If she doesn't want you to see what she's thinking, you won't. I've got too many tells.ETA: And it's all about the hair. Oh, God, now I want them to meet up at Caritas. That could be really FG or embarrassing and pitiful.
Omigawd, what would you have her sing?
Something silly, that you wouldn't have to have great pipes for...Maybe "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'" or whatever the hell it is.(That was almost as embarrassing a sentence as writing "greasy food and onanism" almost, but not quite. And I'm completely straight. Can you imagine "my brain on drugs"(shudders)))
Jesus wept, erika.
Kay Howard in the middle of Caritas, way too aware of Wes watching and listening, trying not to glare at the Big Green Demon Lorne, and singing Nancy Sinatra?
DAYUM.
Of course, I'm still waiting for someone, anyone at all, to sing a version of a 1960's very catchy totally awful song by a man called Lou Christie, entitled "Lightning Strikes".
Well, you have to be careful with people singing stuff.But that is an image that kept coming up. Her in the bar all "I don't know any songs...except for that one about the Spanish ladies...and there's no way I'm doing that. Ok, there's one, from when we were kids. Don't. Laugh...I'm serious. Anybody laughs, I'll tie up the liquor license on this place for six years, huh?" And somebody going "Oh, go on.Do it," Cause that always happens where there's karaoke.
Another one I could see Kay doing? And do not, for heaven's sake, ask me why it's so vivid in my head?
Marty Robbins' song, "El Paso". 'Down in the West Texas town of El Paso, I fell in love with a Mexican giiiiiiiirl...'