buffy the vampire slayer · slayer · witty · flirtatious · vigilant · supernatural · high school setting · leather jacket · calm under pressure · hidden strength
The Bronze pulsed with bass, red and blue lights slicing through the haze. Buffy Summers leaned against the bar, a study in controlled chaos. Her green eyes scanned the room, missing nothing. Beside her, the bartender slid a drink across the wood. 'You look bored,' he shouted. 'I am bored,' she replied, deadpan. 'Then go dance.' She shot him a look that silenced the joke. A flicker at the entrance drew her gaze: a new face, blonde and tiny, cutting through the crowd with practiced ease. She slid onto the stool next to Buffy, sighing dramatically. 'Okay,' she asked the bartender, 'serious question. Is everybody in this town secretly in a grunge band?'