Trying to do some catch-up reading and commenting today. I had to read this whole thing through first (or what you've got so far) because I didn't want to stop. Heh. So now I'm back to comment.
OK, freeze-frame on the couple in the mile-long '59 DeSoto: the blonde in lo-rise jeans and kicky gathered-front raspberry top? That would be me. Buffy Anne Summers, twenty-three years old, resident of Sunnydale, freelance vampire slayer. The guy behind the wheel—black jeans, black tee, sun-free complexion and biceps to die for? That would be Spike, aka William the Bloody. Hundred and fifty-one last May, native of England's mountains green, slightly non-standard vampire. No, he's not the one with the soul. He's the one with a pulse. It's a long story.
I LOVE this! The whole story-to-date, I mean, not just this part. And what a nice tip of the hat to those old caper-movie voiceovers – not to mention JM’s “Cool Money” narrations. Totally sets the tone for what's turning out to be a fun and fascinating ride.
I looked up at the big neon wedding bells ding-donging back and forth on the sign overhead. Not in a wistful way. There was no wist. I was wistless. Let's face it, give me and Spike a picket fence and we'll tear it apart to whittle stakes. "We've been living together for about a year and a half, but we haven't even talked about--I mean, I'm happy just to get to next Tuesday, and..."
I heart this. Simple but so telling. And your Buffy voice is just so damn perfect.
It looked exactly like the palace of the Sun King, if Louis XIVth had owned a whole bunch of slot machines.
Okay, I laughed out loud. Hee. So many great lines in this story.
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2005-12-17 20:23 (UTC)OK, freeze-frame on the couple in the mile-long '59 DeSoto: the blonde in lo-rise jeans and kicky gathered-front raspberry top? That would be me. Buffy Anne Summers, twenty-three years old, resident of Sunnydale, freelance vampire slayer. The guy behind the wheel—black jeans, black tee, sun-free complexion and biceps to die for? That would be Spike, aka William the Bloody. Hundred and fifty-one last May, native of England's mountains green, slightly non-standard vampire. No, he's not the one with the soul. He's the one with a pulse. It's a long story.
I LOVE this! The whole story-to-date, I mean, not just this part. And what a nice tip of the hat to those old caper-movie voiceovers – not to mention JM’s “Cool Money” narrations. Totally sets the tone for what's turning out to be a fun and fascinating ride.
I looked up at the big neon wedding bells ding-donging back and forth on the sign overhead. Not in a wistful way. There was no wist. I was wistless. Let's face it, give me and Spike a picket fence and we'll tear it apart to whittle stakes. "We've been living together for about a year and a half, but we haven't even talked about--I mean, I'm happy just to get to next Tuesday, and..."
I heart this. Simple but so telling. And your Buffy voice is just so damn perfect.
It looked exactly like the palace of the Sun King, if Louis XIVth had owned a whole bunch of slot machines.
Okay, I laughed out loud. Hee. So many great lines in this story.
Off to comment on the next part...