.lunch with the captain and the vampire slayer.

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Who: canyonsiniowa & a_slayer_slays
What: Lunchtime Antics
When: June 2nd, Tuesday.
Where: The Fountain then to 7th Heaven
Summary: Kirk and Buffy are going to spend some bonding time talking about childhoods, school, and just general chit chat.
Rating: PG-13? It's Kirk. There's going to be some kind of booze and swearing and sexual innuendo somewhere in here.


Usually Kirk wasn't one that would find himself early for many occasions. Sure he would always be on time, show up on his bike, and make a really good impression on the girl he was meeting. Though here on this planet that had no Federation Designation Number? He found himself wandering around most the time looking for something to do.

So he had ended up early for the meeting place for the lunch date. Well, it wasn't so much of a date. Kirk just liked to tease Buffy that it was. He could tell the girl was a bit uptight in her "save the world" mindset. The Captain couldn't blame her. He was like that much of the time as well back on the Enterprise. Though here he figured he might as well help her unwind.

He glanced around and sat on the edge of the fountain. Kirk considered it an off-duty meeting, thus decided not to wear his golden Captain uniform. Instead he just wore the black undershirt and the black pants. His arms crossed over his chest as he waited for the other part of the equation. It seemed like everything was getting back on it's feet after the crazy shit that had happened.

"Good going, Jim." he muttered to himself. "Get stranded on a planet right when global world ending paradoxes happen."

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[herotypical]

If anyone had stopped Buffy on her way to the fountain and had demanded to know why she looked so primped and put together on this day, she would have vehemently denied any primpage or put togetheredness. Okay, maybe she had spent a few extra minutes on the mirror-staring part of leaving the house, but impressions were important. Besides, she had to give a keen and close eye to the barely visible bruises along the left side of her face. Just to make sure that they were really barely visible. Yes, Buffy had plenty of explanations as to why she wasn't treating this as a date. Just a gathering of two non-broody people, planning to get up to some non-broody socializing. Hardly datetastic, if you asked her. Which no one did, anyway. Mostly because she had not given them the chance to ask; Buffy had stealthed her way out of the house, more than a little occupied with hoping she wouldn't have to explain to Angel how much of a not-date this was.

So, when she did arrive at the fountain (only a quarter of an hour late!), it was with a fresh smile and a tidy hairstyle. "Jim," Buffy began, closing that perpetually awkward distance between two acquaintances--those feet between them where they are both visible to each other, but not in range of non-yelled conversation. "I think this is the part where I comment glibly on the weather, but how's about you spare me that cliche? I wouldn't want to run out of them already."

She came to a casual stop beside the fountain and reached out the lean a palm against its edge.