[ $ 2 ]

[strangelyliteral]

[Some Background]

[According to Anya, life in Luceti sucked. And not the vampire kind. Even that might have made it more tolerable - constantly being forced to live on the edge of danger. It wasn't ideal, but one got used to that sort of life. Being useful, sort of.

And she had started to adjust to life in Luceti before a certain Slayer opened her mouth about things to come, which shattered everything to pieces.

What was left to do but buck up and try again? When one apartment floor began to feel too crowded, she moved to another. Then to other buildings. Purposefully keeping precious little belongings of her own. Nothing felt right, anyway - all that living and she barely had anything to her name. Halter tops, to keep freedom for her wings. Other clothing she had scavenged since arriving. Anything that could fit in a box.

And there was so much time. Sometimes she spent it in the library, though on the hot summer days she wound up finding a quiet place outside to read them until she felt she was going cross-eyed on the vague hope that she could figure out what she was looking for in there. The pursuit of self-betterment. How could she encourage the people here to partake in trades if she had nothing to offer herself?

Then there was Good Spirits. Usually when Buffy wasn't around. Just because a good bottle of liquor could be a girl's best friend sometimes. It was a lonely lifestyle, but not one she was unused to. It just felt … hollow.]



[Action]

[So on this bright sunny day, with hair newly colored (a nice blondish red), Anya will be doing several things:

- on an early trip to the library, looking up cookbooks and craft books and anything else that may seem useful skill-related;

- in the middle of moving yet again, taking her possessions from building six in search of something new and carting them around in a box, and a backpack on her back. (Of course, anyone not aware of her habits might not realize what it is she's doing.)

- visiting the bar. She needs a drink.

- And anywhere in between. She'll even grab a frozen soda treat from the convenience store. It's almost too hot to deal, so she's cranky. And was that another damn rabbit? She was just trying to find someplace to read, damn it.] -- Are you kidding me?

Comments

[strangelyliteral]

'Luceti reality'? Sounds like a cocktail. Or a really nasty illness.

[She arches an eyebrow, but her eyes go to the drink he's pouring her instead.] I'm just here for the drink, buddy.

[originaljackass]

Suit yourself. If you don't want to talk about it, I probably don't want to hear about it.

[He scoots the glass her way.]

[strangelyliteral]

Yeah, probably. Get another ready, will you?

[She gratefully grabs that first glass and gets started.] Thanks.

[originaljackass]

[Well, she gets an eyebrow for that. She's not the only person to drink like that, he just didn't expect her to be one of those types.]

As you wish. So what's new in the world of Anya?

[strangelyliteral]

I was chased down by a giant bear-rabbit thing that apparently wanted to give me a present. [That's actually what's warranting the drinks.] You?

[originaljackass]

I've completely ruined my social life all for the sake of a little girl. [Yes. It's very awful.] I didn't know we had bear-rabbits things here.

[strangelyliteral]

Then you're very lucky. It's very big. And annoying.

[She takes another long sip of the brandy, then thinks over what he had said.] You have a kid?

[originaljackass]

She's not my kid. Just a kid. It's not what you think.

[If what she thought was Jack is now a responsible parental figure. That seems to be a misconception going around now.]

[strangelyliteral]

If she's not yours, how did she ruin your life? Did you kidnap her or something? That doesn't go over well with people.

[originaljackass]

It's complicated. Tell me about your bear-rabbit thing. Where'd you see it at?

[strangelyliteral]

Oh, you know. Just wandering around outside like it owned the place.

[originaljackass]

Did it attack?

[strangelyliteral]

No, it just ran toward me when I was trying to get away from it.

[originaljackass]

[Dryly.] Well, Anya. That sounds absolutely terrifying. I can't imagine how you got through it.

[strangelyliteral]

Yes, it was. [She takes another long sip, then gives him a sharp glance.] That wasn't sarcasm, right?

[originaljackass]

He made no apologies, instead simply looking up at her with slightly raised eyebrows. "Blatant sarcasm, Anya."

[strangelyliteral]

"You don't have to be rude about it. It was a horrible experience."

[originaljackass]

"I'd love to sympathize, babe. I really would. But you never got around to the bit where it was actually horrible."

[strangelyliteral]

"Bunnies are horrible. Giant stalker bunnies? Even more horrible. Who knew that such a monstrosity existed? It's like getting accosted by the Easter Bunny!"

[originaljackass]

"... bunnies. Wait, bunnies? That's the part that bothers you? Not the bear part?"

[strangelyliteral]

"Of course it's the bunnies."

[originaljackass]

"Well, Easter must be a nightmare for you then, hm?"

[strangelyliteral]

She takes a long sip at that before answering. "Jacky boy, you have no idea."

[originaljackass]

"You'd have abhorred the Farm. Talking bunnies. Everywhere."

[strangelyliteral]

"Can you do me a favor and talk about something else? I'd like to enjoy this."