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Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

Buffy didn't have much in the way of work today, so she busied herself reading one of those gossip rags that was an impulse buy at the grocery store. She also impulse bought some Reese's and a Snickers bar as well. It should be illegal to put that crap by the checkout line.

She didn't even notice the DJ was playing Swedish pop music all night.

[Up early so I don't friggen forget for once. I'll be on SP for awhile but should be more consistent as the evening goes on!]

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Where Buffy was.

"Hey, can I have a beer?" Kaidan asked, slipping into a seat by the bar. He'd been all over some paperwork all day and he could... he could use it.

"Sure thing," Buffy said, putting down a half-eaten Reese's. "Any kind in particular? I'm not very good at offering recommendations."

Because beer was gross. And sometimes turned you into cavemen.

"Canadian, if you've got it," Kaidan said. "Nothing American, if you don't."

"I'm sure I can figure that out." And she could! Because one of the Canadian ones had a maple leaf on it. "Does Canadian beer taste more syrup-y and rugged or..."

"No, it just doesn't taste like it came out the wrong end of a krogan," Kaidan said wryly. "And I guess it's patriotic."

"It all kind of tastes like it came out of the wrong end of a whatever-gan to me," Buffy said, placing a bottle in front of him. "But I find most alcohol gross."

"To each their own, I guess," Kaidan said, grabbing the bottle and immediately taking a sip. "I mean, I'm not a big drinker, but it's good to unwind."

"Can't judge there," she said with an understanding nod. "I prefer bubble baths and Lifetime movies myself."

"Sadly, the Alliance doesn't really issue bubble baths to anyone," Kaidan said. "Something about unjustifiable expenses."

"But it's relaxing and hygienic," Buffy pointed out. "Totally necessary."

"If you want to make that argument to my superiors, be my guess," Kaidan replied. "Lot of marines would be grateful."

"If I ever run into your superiors I'll be sure to do that," Buffy said with a firm nod. "And I'll make it happen too. I can be very convincing."

This was Emma, this was Emma making a beeline for Kaidan. "If you see an unfamiliar ginger-haired girl with glasses, run away."

"... Sorry, what?" Kaidan said, looking up and blinking.

"Teenager. Red hair. I hate redheads. Glasses. Profoundly mentally disturbed," Emma informed him as she contemplated stealing his beer and slamming it. "She's into a thing called 'shipping' which I had never heard of before today and never need to hear about again."

"What, like taking goods from one place to another, shipping?" Kaidan asked. Look, he wasn't up on the lingo, and he hadn't actually met any of the fangirls yet, so...

"No, 'shipping' is when you want people to hook up, apparently," Emma took great glee in informing him, since if she had to suffer, so did everyone else. "Apparently I am 'shipped' with Specialist Traynor, you, and Karla's Warren."

"Why is she interested in your personal life, exactly?" Kaidan asked. He was mildly offended already. "Or mine?"

"Because she's never gotten laid in her entire life, and we're both very pretty?" Emma guessed, taking a big gulp of her scotch.

"...and she thinks this is all a television show." Look, some people were just that stupid. It wasn't Emma's fault.

"Crazy, or alternate universe?" Kaidan asked promptly. Then: "I can't believe I'm even asking that - especially about someone who apparently obsesses about who I have sex with."

Which was nobody right now, thanks.

"Both, I think?" she answered. "Crazy, even for her alternate universe?"

"So what else did she say? Just the 'shipping' thing?"

"Vodka, please," Natasha requested as she sat down at the bar. "I'm not picky, as long as it's Russian and cold."

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"Can do," Buffy said with only a slight lift of her eyebrows. That was hardcore. "I'll try not to choose something that tastes too much like paint thinner."

Natasha would drink it anyway, but, "Thanks," she said with a smile. "I don't have any diseases that need killing off right now."

"I work here please serve me," Emma said all in one breath as she sat down at the bar. "Give me the best scotch we have and I'll give you a two-hundred percent tip."

Please, Buffy. She'd found out about 'ships.'

"Rough day?" Buffy guessed, grabbing the most expensive scotch they had. Expensive meant better, right? "Wait, stupid question, of course it was bad."

Expensive was better! Expensive meant Emma was just going to slide her platinum card at Buffy and hang the expense. It was pretty, and had alcohol, and she'd sell some stocks to make up for it.

"I think I have a little red-haired stalker," she shared. "--But she's not legal for alcohol, so I'm hoping she'll stay out of here."

"Does having red hair make the stalking worse?" She had to ask.

"Yes." Emma, your biases are showing. "I'm starting to think that whatever mutation that gives people red hair tends to make them a bit... off."

"Hey, my best friend is a redhead," Buffy protested. "She's not off...well she's not 100% normal but she's not off."

Where some truly horrible music was.

Where a vampire could be!

There was indeed a vampire here!

Broodily broodily as vampires do.

Because he couldn't come up with a word out of the tiles he had on Words With Friends, but shut your face.

Same.

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