[ she stiffens: kinda like an animal caught in headlights. every muscle tightens and she whips 'round, almost as though she expects the worst...
oh, it's so much worser than the worst. buffy grimaces. ] Y-yeah. And it's -- [ she checks her watch; remembers it's digital; whispers a mild oath. ] Gotta be, what? At minimum ten after nine. I'm not that late...
[ oh the wave of booze-stench just hit her. her grimace deepens. ]
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oh, it's so much worser than the worst. buffy grimaces. ] Y-yeah. And it's -- [ she checks her watch; remembers it's digital; whispers a mild oath. ] Gotta be, what? At minimum ten after nine. I'm not that late...
[ oh the wave of booze-stench just hit her. her grimace deepens. ]