(giggles like a loon)

(grins back at Plei)

Oh, that was lots of fun, Deb.

Connie, neat. I love your Vamp!Giles.

. More Fledgling...Munch meets yet another beautiful villain.

MUNCH . Dru is an amazing lover. It’s like all the clarity she doesn’t have in her unlife, she brings to bear in this one act. And I don’t have to drag out the Marvin Gaye albums or worry “Will She Or Won’t She?”
Cause she will...my own personal “Norwegian Wood”(Some of us used to think that was a pun on “Knowing She Would” but British people have told me that it’s a style of furniture and nothing else. Three guesses which explanation I like more, and the first two don’t count.

I’ll tell you a secret, but it can’t leave this room, ok, babe? I’ve got a reputation to protect. That moment when a woman decides she is into you, after you haven’t been sure, can be the most beautiful moment in the world. Of course, the flip side can be that she rips out your heart and hands it to you....and how ironic is that I’ve met women who can really do it, and they’re the least likely.
There are some games though, they’d hardly be royalty if they didn’t throw a tantrum or two. Darla won’t hunt with me anymore because she says I talk too much, and scare the prey away.

It’s okay, though. Some nights I go out early and hang out in the shadows around the local Mercedes dealership...it’s risky, cause those are the kind of people somebody might be looking for. I stick to the divorced guys, preferably neglectful fathers or people like me.(Of course, somebody did come to look for me, a thought that never fails to give me a pang. That is probably why Dru freaked out when I suggested henna rinse for our next game. Crazy doesn’t mean stupid, John.) I can smell it on them, the too-young aftershave and the desperation...I make it fast. I can do that much at least.

Why always guys? No, I’m not switching teams, but between the two in my bed and the one in my head, I’ve got enough women, finally. And not too many women buy their own Mercedes...there’s probably a statement there.

That’s why I’m surprised when a long black car pulls up, and this absolutely traffic-stopping brunette gets out, easily the most beautiful woman I’ve seen, alive or dead(Just because I wouldn’t take her doesn’t mean I’m too dead to notice.) She’s trying to look tough and protect her shoes at the same time, a move that reminds me of Megan Russert.

“Detective Munch?”

”In a former life.” Jeez, real original, death humor from a vampire. She must be getting you hot after all. And Stan was right...I do love the way that sounds. I’m gonna miss it very much.

“I’m Lilah Morgan. I’ve been authorized to make some arrangements...”

Lilah. I like how that sounds too. And those beautiful, perfect, lips have shaped my name...I can dust now.

”We’ll have to go back to your place, babe. Mine’s a little crowded.”(I was kidding, I swear. Especially after I saw disgust in her eyes...then I was being hilarious.)

LILAH! Munch and LILAH!

Oh, man, mind is going to a happy place with this.

Darla won’t hunt with me anymore because she says I talk too much, and scare the prey away.

If Munch wore teeshirts....

BWAH!

“Your dossier mentions you’re...funny.” She spits it out like she said “syphillitic” or “lice-ridden” She clutches a briefcase that cost more than my first car.
. “Hilarious, babe. An absolute fucking scream, once you acquire the taste. I demand to see that file, under the Freedom of Information Act. I’ve got to tell you, I always thought this day would come. You’re late, though. The revolution’s not only televised, it’s on Pay Per View, huh?”Even as I give her all my attitude, I have the habitual wish not to go too far, in case. In case what, moron? In case she and Dru and Darla, and hell, let's throw Kay in too, wanna have an I'd Schtup John Munch pajama party?! Right, sure.

“The FOIA only applies to government agencies...I represent a private firm looking for an investigating...subcontractor.”

”I thought you were too gorgeous for a spook. But you could be this century’s Mata Hari, couldn’t you....the softer side of black helicopters.”

“I’m prepared to offer you fifty thousand dollars to help bring down Angel Investigations. And keep an eye on Darla. She was supposed to do it, but she got distracted by a new toy.”

”Why do I have the feeling I’m Che Guevara and you’re my friend Fidel asking me out to look at the scenery? I can’t do it this week...I’ve got to suck a pint of O-neg with the boys at Philip Morris.”

(snerksnerksnerk)

She’s trying to look tough and protect her shoes at the same time, a move that reminds me of Megan Russert.

Heh.

But you could be this century’s Mata Hari, couldn’t you....the softer side of black helicopters.

Snerk!

Why do I have the feeling I’m Che Guevara and you’re my friend Fidel asking me out to look at the scenery?

BWAH!

Even my mom, the least tin-foil-hat wearing hippie ever, believes that one. Don't ask me how it came up when I was ten, but..."Oh, yeah, Castro killed him."I think that was her unit on "Good Guys Don't Always Win" Surprising I didn't fit in in grade school, huh? I thought it was funny to have Munchkin not trust her, but still want to look good to her."I think I hate her, but damn, she's hot." Would that be enough to keep him talking? Or would it be the $.ETA: Thanks, Anne.It scares me how little prep that voice takes. I'm gonna be all "You kids get off my lawn or share your stash."