Deb, you write great schmoop. The second drabble is great too, dark and creepy.

Yeah, well, Buffy-Angel schmoop, I know, I know, I ought to know better.

Ah, fuck it. I don't know better. You'll notice I called it "in a perfect world..."

BuffyNAngle4Evar!!!!!! For realz, yo!!!!

I like the drabbles. Both of them. I would hate for Buffy+Angel to have been final canon, but I love it in fic, for some reason.

And the first slayer is always interesting.

I've just always felt that, considering all the stone-cut shite that poor girl had to deal with, the least she could expect at the end of the long dance of Slayerness is the hot stud she dropped her cherry with.

I mean, it's only fair.

More Buffista Redball
Bayliss went back to the room to investigate and left the necklace behind gratefully...although it was a nice feeling to be “Inspector Hottie” he had to admit.

“Frank can *never* know about this.” He mumbled. He was just starting to live down Emma’s coffin. Too much candy would be the final straw. Tim Bayliss, squadroom pervert....Munch would happily give the title up just to make Bayliss squirm.

Munch was pursuing his own line of questioning after visiting the bookstore. “I got the last one...they can’t keep ‘em in stock.”

“Vultures,” Kay spat.

“And the reviews? Mostly they are the love notes she deserved, but this guy? If I could I’d lock him up for felony Philistine. Which, sadly, is not a crime. If I ran the world, Kay...”Munch rattled the paper he was reading for emphasis.

“Please, I just ate, huh? But it has kept you quiet for twenty minutes...I’ll give her that. “
“A good book’s not the only thing that can do that, Kay.”

“Well, let me just muddle through in ignorance, Ok, John?”

“That’s what’s wrong with America, that attitude.”

Finally, Bayliss, looking suspiciously bedraggled and smelling like a perfume counter, came back to the command post. “Timmy,” Kay said. “ I was about to send somebody in after you! Did you get anything?”

“What kind of question is that? You should know I’m a pro by now, Howard. I would never compromise...”
“On the case, Bayliss.”

“I’m testing a plate in the room with the crime lab...some candy arrived with this card.” He gestured toward the card in its plastic bag.

“No hard feelings....” Munch read. “There’s treatment for that now.”

Kay glared. “What does it mean when I look like this?”

“Mostly, I’m sorry Meldrick’s someplace else...”
“Oh for...hey, this is your Philistine, Munchkin..

Finally, Bayliss, looking suspiciously bedraggled and smelling like a perfume counter

Dudesse, I can so see this...

I know! And he'd be looking all guilty and shit...cause hey, it's Friday...that's what Timmy does. And he's just been licked...he would have to think that was Wrong...and I think I might want to come back to that thought, some other time.

He's just been licked by pretty women in corsets, no less. Double trouble!

wrod...I wonder how that conversation about perversion would've gone if he'd seen that.

I personally wonder how blissed Munch would have been by it.