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Okay, fresh start take number...a lot. Buffy had been through this enough to not be one hundred percent sure on the whole "normal" town thing, but she was on the positive side of the spectrum. The island was pretty and there were no cars allowed so nobody could complain about her poor driving here. It was a little strange to just be wandering around the street with a large suitcase in hand, but the weight of it didn't seem to be bothering her. The majority of her stuff had been sent ahead to Serendipity Place but there were some things she didn't trust to movers. Namely, her favorite shoes. Of which there was a lot.

Now where the hell was her house? Or, even better, a coffee place.

[And Buffy has arrived. Open, of course]

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"I'm actually not much of a drinker," Buffy admitted. "But celebrating the holiday with booze sounds more appealing when it's in jiggly form."

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"I'll make sure there are non-alcoholic options too," Mike assured her. "Mostly 'cause I know there'll be at least one teenager in attendance, and I like to pretend he's not boozing it up under my watch."

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"That's very pseudo-responsible of you," Buffy said. "I guess it's not like he can go out and drive drunk."

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Mike shrugged. "Guess he could drunkenly commandeer a rickshaw? But if we're being realistic, he'd get stopped way before then."

By a grumpy werewolf.

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Buffy actually kind of wanted to see someone drunkenly commandeer a rickshaw but decided that might be a dream that will never be. "So a party with jello shots in a creepy house and I won't have to worry about drunken teenagers stealing rickshaws. I'm definitely there then."