VICTOR!

(dying with delight over here)

And nice work all around, by everyone. I love the concept of some sort of "Sunnydale Refugee" secret handshake...

I hate to admit my ignorance, but what was the band in the second part?

A band called the High Numbers, both previously and later known as the Who.

(dying with delight over here)

Thanks.

I love the concept of some sort of "Sunnydale Refugee" secret handshake...

Oh, yes.

How much does Victor rock?

Victor, you ought to do a challenge. I have one percolating for Spike, Dru and Sid Vicious/Nancy Spungeon....

Victor, you ought to do a challenge. I have one percolating for Spike, Dru and Sid Vicious/Nancy Spungeon....

Sure, and I'd love to see it, but I'm actually working an arc here. (Luckilly, I can skip that piece of music history--although I'm thinking about using Sid from an earlier era.)

BTW, what's the proper netiquette for isuing a challenge?

Anne, replied, babe.

KAY Kay POV...The Fledgling AKA The Never-ending story. There was no doubt what the trouble was as frantic shoppers ran from the growl of a hairy thing, bipedal, about my height, but wide, reaching out to several children. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. No wonder they keep their prices so low. Who goes in first? Neither of us took the call.”

”Just chill, Scully. You’ll get your chance. No way L.A.’s gonna run out of this demon shit. I’ll take it.” Gunn said.
“This isn’t some kind of woman thing, is it? Cause I was fighting stuff off while you were in the sandbox, huh?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, “ Gunn said, opening the door. “No sandboxes in my neighborhood.”

With the door open, I was conscious of the worst smell I’d ever smelled. And that’s saying something, I’m telling you. It was bad enough to knock a buzzard off a shitwagon, if you’ll pardon my French. “Ok, this time, I’ll be the secondary.”

But I might as well have saved my breath. He was already trying to get the thing away from the shoppers.I hoped he wouldn’t pick someplace too closed off, because he could get cornered, but he was faster and better with his hands than I expected. And the shit I would get from Munch, if he heard that. You can really get to miss anything, it’s true.

At first it seemed like it would be an easy one, with Gunn holding all the advantage, but the thing got a burst of strength from somewhere, and knocked my partner(thinking that felt like cheating on Felton, huh?) flat. As I was wondering what I could bring to the party, and thinking maybe Wes was right, that I didn’t pay enough attention to this demon jazz, a little pencil-neck on a bike comes up to the car.
“Ma’am, you can’t park there.”

“I know you’re not talking to me. Not while me and my bunky are dealing with your little pest-control problem, you’re not. Come back in fifteen, huh? One law-enforcement type to another.”

”This lot is clearly designated “Employees Only.” Pencil-neck said.

“Which was probably a huge relief as they ran screaming for their lives, huh?” I got out and waved my finger in his face, wishing we were in Balmer so I could give him the full treatment.

“Look, I don’t know what time of the month it is, but you’re still gonna have to move.”

“Ok, that’s it...” I never thought I’d be glad to see that funky demon, but it wouldn’t have played right if Gee heard I went Dirty Harriet on some little geek.

It roared, and its breath straightened my hair. “Hey, short, dark, and gruesome,” I told it. I didn’t trust myself with the new, mystical-style piece, and there were too many people for my gun.I had to go back to the first ever self-defense I ever learned. Dear Diary, today was the day I kicked a demon in the nuts.

Dear Diary, today was the day I kicked a demon in the nuts.

BWAH! Love it, love it, love it!

Thanks!