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still_grrrTitle The Year of Dating Dangerously
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Word Count 375
Prompt 162: An American Werewolf in London is the obvious one; there are others among Xander’s dates
Characters/Pairing (if any) Xander, a touch of Oz
A/N: This is set within the Rulesverse, but you shouldn’t need any background info to understand it
Oz opened the email, already prepared to grin. This was bound to be good.
Sender: xanman@slayercouncil.com
Subject: The Year of Dating Dangerously (Oh no, not again)
Date: December 30 2008 11:53PM
Hey, old buddy, old wolf, (or Oz, as you may prefer),
How’s Europe treating you? Feels weird to be in Cairo and you in London, like we switched lives when I wasn’t looking. Hope you haven’t gone all wolfman, in the best film tradition. Beware the moon. Keep to the road. But not when you’re all furry, you understand.
But I guess you probably want to know about the latest Xander love disaster saga? Cuz no way Willow hasn’t clued you in already. You know after the whole Medusa mess, I took a break. Figured it couldn’t get any worse. Or I couldn’t afford for it to get any worse anyway. Petrifaction not a good look.
But then you have to get back into the dating pond sometime. Reminded myself it supposedly couldn’t get worse. Which was true; no one tried to kill me this year. Not much, anyway, and not in a romantic situation.
I met this girl. Who was a great kisser. (Also a spider, turns out). Waaay too many legs. Major freakout in the bedroom department. I showered for *days*.
And then I met this really, really cute Danish girl by the sea. Except she was a mermaid and couldn’t live on land. (Also: fish tail not a huge turn on).
Then I swung by the West Coast base to catch up with the Watcher training. This older woman went all out to seduce me, maybe fifty but in really great shape and I was going with it. Till she undressed and there was a massive shotgun hole where her gut should have been. The walking dead. Not actual intestines everywhere, thank the gods, but a big singe-y gap in the midriff really doesn’t do it for me.
Which is why I’m back in Cairo and can’t meet up for that drink. Think I’ll take another year off. Tell me, ol’ buddy. How’d you meet your wife? And, not to be intrusive here, but is she demonic, at all? Because if not, I’d appreciate some advice.
Have a good 2009.
Xander
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Word Count 375
Prompt 162: An American Werewolf in London is the obvious one; there are others among Xander’s dates
Characters/Pairing (if any) Xander, a touch of Oz
A/N: This is set within the Rulesverse, but you shouldn’t need any background info to understand it
Oz opened the email, already prepared to grin. This was bound to be good.
Sender: xanman@slayercouncil.com
Subject: The Year of Dating Dangerously (Oh no, not again)
Date: December 30 2008 11:53PM
Hey, old buddy, old wolf, (or Oz, as you may prefer),
How’s Europe treating you? Feels weird to be in Cairo and you in London, like we switched lives when I wasn’t looking. Hope you haven’t gone all wolfman, in the best film tradition. Beware the moon. Keep to the road. But not when you’re all furry, you understand.
But I guess you probably want to know about the latest Xander love disaster saga? Cuz no way Willow hasn’t clued you in already. You know after the whole Medusa mess, I took a break. Figured it couldn’t get any worse. Or I couldn’t afford for it to get any worse anyway. Petrifaction not a good look.
But then you have to get back into the dating pond sometime. Reminded myself it supposedly couldn’t get worse. Which was true; no one tried to kill me this year. Not much, anyway, and not in a romantic situation.
I met this girl. Who was a great kisser. (Also a spider, turns out). Waaay too many legs. Major freakout in the bedroom department. I showered for *days*.
And then I met this really, really cute Danish girl by the sea. Except she was a mermaid and couldn’t live on land. (Also: fish tail not a huge turn on).
Then I swung by the West Coast base to catch up with the Watcher training. This older woman went all out to seduce me, maybe fifty but in really great shape and I was going with it. Till she undressed and there was a massive shotgun hole where her gut should have been. The walking dead. Not actual intestines everywhere, thank the gods, but a big singe-y gap in the midriff really doesn’t do it for me.
Which is why I’m back in Cairo and can’t meet up for that drink. Think I’ll take another year off. Tell me, ol’ buddy. How’d you meet your wife? And, not to be intrusive here, but is she demonic, at all? Because if not, I’d appreciate some advice.
Have a good 2009.
Xander
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