lucetilogs | a hydro-field cuts through my neighbourhood -- somehow that always just made me feel good

Who: summers, sparrow, stark, and potts.
What: massacring some pumpkins
When: saturday. october 20th.
Where: chateau 49
Summary: halloween is spooky. double dates are spooky. put'em together and what do you get...?
Rating: g for gourd gore

Everyone always said you should never mix business and pleasure. Buffy was never very good at walking that line; even in the very beginning, her comrades were her best friends and her lovers were her enemies. The boundaries were (usually) less blurry in Luceti, but it never quite managed to be as compartmentalized as the Slayer might have preferred. For now she was standing on the front step of a house -- a pirate lord at her elbow. Or maybe she was at his elbow. She was the shorter one.

And even as she waited for someone to answer the friendly, tuneful knock on the door that heralded the first few movements of this double-date, she turned Tony's job offer (of sorts) around and around in her head. He wanted her to lend her mission-going clout to his scheme. Jack, seemingly, wanted to use his own to play social worker and protect Luceti's children from madness. Spike wanted to escape. And Buffy...

Buffy wanted all the things she didn't allow herself to have, barring the sweetened slips off her slayertastic wagon. Like this one. A cool fall afternoon with friends and with pumpkins. And a few sharp knifes. She'd made Jack carry those -- along with the tupperware box of brownies she'd made from a box-mix.

But Buffy carried the pumpkins -- all four of them, braced in handy netting she kept wrapped around her wrists. And she carried a smile: forceful, for now. But she hoped it would grow sincere soon enough. Why not? They were there to have fun. Relax. Be grown-ups, minus the taxes if not the death.

Threaded | Flat

Sparrow tapped a foot impatiently against the floor of the porch as they waited for the door to be answered.

Carving spirit lanterns was all well and good. He'd enjoy it with Buffy, and even with Buffy and Pepper. It was Stark who was going to make this a potential personality collision, and Jack knew it. Still, the other man knew how to drink. If he and Tony could get some spirits flowing while Buffy wielded her knife-expertise and Pepper helped with the small talk, things would probably go fine.

"Don't drop the punkins, Annie. That? Double-pumpkin-date faux pas."

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