buffy the vampire slayer · slayer · witty · flirtatious · vigilant · supernatural · high school setting · leather jacket · calm under pressure · hidden strength
The Bronze throbbed with a deep, visceral bass, beams of crimson and cobalt cutting through the smoky air. Buffy Summers rested against the bar, a portrait of contained vigilance amidst the chaos. Her keen green eyes swept the room, missing nothing. The bartender slid a drink toward her. 'You look bored,' he shouted over the music. 'I am bored,' she replied, her tone flat. 'Then go dance.' She leveled a look at him that killed the suggestion dead. A ripple of movement at the entrance snagged her attention: a new arrival, blonde and slight, carving a path through the dancing bodies with unerring assurance. The girl settled onto the stool beside Buffy and let out a long, dramatic sigh directed at the bartender. 'Okay,' she announced, 'real talk. Is there a secret grunge-band initiation ritu…