Drabble for Heat by RoseWill (g)
May. 17th, 2004 10:40 amSummer.
Rated G.
A plot Bunny bit while thinking of the next topic, so I wrote this.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Mutant Enemy et al.
SeaChange belongs to CoxNight et al.
And not many people here are going to understand this, but I had fun.
Author's Note: After three/four days of 40 (100) degree days, the wind blows from the sea to the south instead of from the desert to the north. Everyone waits for the cool change.
When the sign above the door said 40 degrees Buffy thought she would be cold. She stepped out of the airport and was hit by a wall of dry heat.
Giles looked at her, “Are you alright?”
“It’s hot,” Buffy said, panting.
Giles drove on the wrong side of the road for six hours. Buffy felt that she was melting in the heat. Slowly the coast came into view and a large expanse of very blue water. She couldn’t wait to check in wherever and go to the beach.
They pulled up outside a red-brick building called the ‘Tropical Star.’
There was no one on the street as they entered the pub. The inside was mildly cooler, but no one was moving very much.
A wispy woman came over to them. She pushed damp hair off her forehead.
“You’re Rupert Giles,” she said. “I’m Meredith.”
Giles blinked.
“Diver told me about you. Miranda will back from the city this evening. Bob won’t be pleased.”
“Diver?”
“Dan. He was in Berlin with Max Connors. I’ll get you something to drink. The change is due tomorrow, it’ll be like this till then. Watch out for Bucket, he goes silly in the heat.”
Rated G.
A plot Bunny bit while thinking of the next topic, so I wrote this.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Mutant Enemy et al.
SeaChange belongs to CoxNight et al.
And not many people here are going to understand this, but I had fun.
Author's Note: After three/four days of 40 (100) degree days, the wind blows from the sea to the south instead of from the desert to the north. Everyone waits for the cool change.
When the sign above the door said 40 degrees Buffy thought she would be cold. She stepped out of the airport and was hit by a wall of dry heat.
Giles looked at her, “Are you alright?”
“It’s hot,” Buffy said, panting.
Giles drove on the wrong side of the road for six hours. Buffy felt that she was melting in the heat. Slowly the coast came into view and a large expanse of very blue water. She couldn’t wait to check in wherever and go to the beach.
They pulled up outside a red-brick building called the ‘Tropical Star.’
There was no one on the street as they entered the pub. The inside was mildly cooler, but no one was moving very much.
A wispy woman came over to them. She pushed damp hair off her forehead.
“You’re Rupert Giles,” she said. “I’m Meredith.”
Giles blinked.
“Diver told me about you. Miranda will back from the city this evening. Bob won’t be pleased.”
“Diver?”
“Dan. He was in Berlin with Max Connors. I’ll get you something to drink. The change is due tomorrow, it’ll be like this till then. Watch out for Bucket, he goes silly in the heat.”