Graveyard: Friday Night

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Her outfit wasn't much to speak of but the jacket was absolutely killer and her shoes went perfectly with it. She also had the perfect accessory to complete the ensemble.

Of course the dance partner she had in mind was more of the undead variety and most likely wasn't going to appear but hey... at least during one big dance she got to fight a giant snake. Maybe she'd get lucky again.

[ooc: Open for... well anyone who'd prefer to hang out in graveyards than dances. One image stolen from another particular slayer's account. shh! Don't tell her.]

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[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"You always hang out in the wossname?" asked the scruffy little dog, who was, in fact, also hanging out in the graveyard.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"I patrol here," Mel replied with an eye-roll. "It's kind of my job. Don't you have some squirrels to chase?"

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"You'd fink that," Gaspode replied, "but it turns out they're all carryin' sharp pencils. I try to avoid 'em." He looked around. "Yup. No grave robbers, no teenagers in heat, and no walking undead. This here's an awfully easy job you've got."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Not always," Mel said with a shrug. "We've gotten vampires here every once and a while. Then there was the dinosaurs. This place? Never boring."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Vampires?"

Gaspode cocked his head. "Black Ribboners, or the wild sort?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Don't know," Mel said giving the dog a strange look. "I've always called 'em 'Lurks'."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Prob'ly the uncivilized kind, then." Gaspode started digging in his ear like crazy after a flea. "They're not half bad once they give up blood."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Must be your brand of vampires," Mel grumbled. "Mine? They don't give that stuff up without some major magic. Even then it's no guarantee that it'll work."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"On the Disc, all it takes is some strong coffee and a sing-along. I don't fink I'd like your vampires. You see any, I'll be running the other way."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Gee. Thanks," Mel said rolling her eyes. "Don't worry about me. I'll just be saving your tail."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"'Bout time sommmun bothered to," Gaspode muttered. "Story of my life -- I don't get no respect. I save the world and I don't even get any fanks."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Franks? Why would you want franks?"

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"THHHHanks," Gaspode corrected, exaggerating the th and getting foul-smelling spittle all over. "Fink you're so funny, dontcha?"

"...Although, now that you mention it, if you happened to HAVE any franks, I wouldn't say no, if you know what I mean."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel reached into her pocket. "I got a Twinkie. That work for you?"

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Lady after my own heart," he said, with his eyes on the Twinkie. "Shame yer not a werewolf."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

...

"Please tell me that wasn't a come on."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Nah, see, it wasn't. You've got too few legs."


The Twinkie, she had not dropped it. It still held his attention.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel tossed the Twinkie to the talking dog. "Which is why you were wishing I was a werewolf."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Gaspode deftly tore open the wrapper and started eating the creamy goodness inside. "Nah, I didn't say that, did I? Nobody pays attention to me."