cleveland } { honey, i'm home

[letsbe_clear]

[Naturally, Buffy calling to tell her that Dean made it to Cleveland is an invitation. One, because this is Buffy and when is a conversation with her not an invitation to troll her life, and two, she needed to keep an eye on her champion. She couldn't really do that from a diner in the middle of nowhere, now could she?

So this is Cordelia, bouncing up the stairs to the house that Buffy had left her with, and knocking on the door. It's the middle of the day. Someone should probably be home.]

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[verymature]

Not really sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I've probably done worse.

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

I've got plenty of nice sharp pointy things. Provided it's the sharp and pointy kind of demon.

[she looks over the sketch for a moment, before frowning.]

This looks like a chaos demon.

[heroslayer]

Chaos demon?

[please excuse the guy who has no concept of how Buffy's world works a lot of the time]

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Big and ugly. Apparently Drusilla always had a thing for them.

[heroslayer]

[that ... really doesn't help much, but he's going to go with it. he's also going to lean over and take a look at Cordelia's sketch] Right.

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Drusilla always was such a creeper. Basically, chaos demons like to make a giant mess, but they are pretty easy to take down.

[Buffy looks up and nods.]

As I said. Easy so long as we have something sharp and pointy.

[heroslayer]

[he looks between Cordelia and Dean almost suspiciously, then looks to Buffy, his eyebrows raised. he's trying to ask if he counts as sharp and pointy, what with his telekinesis and all, but he's not sure he wants to give away his secrets in front of them so soon. normally, he wouldn't care, but ... he's not sure he trusts Dean not to try and kill him, and he really doesn't want to have to hurt the guy]

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

[Buffy considers that for a moment, before shrugging. They've never had that kind of advantage before, so it's worth a shot.

Cordelia does a glance between the two of them herself.]

Gonna let the rest of us in on that?

Nope. Let's just get ready to suit up.

[verymature]

[under his breath and with a frown:] 'Cause that's not creepy or anything. [a beat and then a bit louder] We even know where this thing is?

[letsbe_clear]

[Buffy looks expectantly over at Cordelia and she frowns.]

What? Don't look at me. Isn't there a snitch bartender somewhere you can go beat up?

[verymature]

Sweetheart, if there was a bar around here, I'd be there so fast it'd make your head spin. [and not to question some snitch]

[letsbe_clear]

I'm not talking about a people bar. I'm talking abou a slimy, underground, vampires and demons need some downtime too kind of place.

[she glances to Buffy.]

Are you seriously telling me you haven't found a replacement Willy's?

[verymature]

Right. My bad. Because creepy crawlies totally need to unwind after a long, hard day. [not that he doesn't believe her, just ... wow, that's totally bullshit]

[letsbe_clear]

[She shrugs.]

Vampires are people too. Sort of.

[verymature]

Whatever. [a beat] Let's just do whatever it is we're plannin' on doin'.

[letsbe_clear]

I'll put my ear to the ground, see what I can dig up.

Great! And I'll take a shower.

[because yes, Cordelia, that's helpful.]

[heroslayer]

[that's immensely helpful, Cordelia, yes, but really, it's not like he's doing anything better. and that in mind ... ]

You need a hand?

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Sounds good to me.

[she glances to Dean.]

What about you?

[verymature]

{well, maybe if he's lucky, he'll get a beer out of this. that in mind, he shrugs]

I'm in.

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Okay. Then let's go find Willy. I'll grab the weapons.

[verymature]

Willy? Really?

[with a name as tragic as that, dude probably needs an ass-beating -- or at least has a giant kick me sign on his back. either way, though, he makes a lead the way gesture]

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

[And after a half hour of driving around, looking for drinking establishments showing signs of life, Buffy smacks whoever's driving on the shoulder in a dramatic fashion.]

Oh! Oh! That one! Pull over!

[verymature]

[like he's really going to let Creepy McEyebrows drive]

[but at any rate, he kind of slams on the breaks when she slaps him and turns to shoot a glare over his shoulder] You wanna give a guy a little warnin' before you do somethin' like that? Unless you're seriously in that much of a mood for a dashboard sandwich.

[despite his protests, however, he pulls up to the bar, as ordered]

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

[She rolls her eyes.]

I didn't hit you that hard.

[but once the car stops she's climbing out.]

I think I saw a vamp heading in here.

[verymature]

Whatever. [no, she really didn't, but he wasn't expecting it. Sam never -- right, no. no, he's not going there]

[he breathes out a huff of a sigh, instead, steels his jaw a little, and gets out of the car, too, heading immediately for the trunk. if he's going in, he's going in locked and loaded]