Searching

“Hey, have you seen…” Cordelia said as she snapped her fingers trying to remember. “Devon?”

Glory didn’t make any moves, “Who?”

“He’s a guy. Leads a band.”

“Boyfriend?” Glory asked with a sigh. “I wish I had a boyfriend to lose.”

“No, well, he wishes he was still my boyfriend,” Cordelia said angrily.

“Is he the literary type?”

“What? No, he can barely read?”

“Then why would he be in a library?”

Cordelia looked around, realizing where she was, “Huh, how’d I end up…Giles, have you seen Devon?”

Giles glanced up from where he was casually sitting in a chair, “No I haven’t you bint.”

Glory came up beside her, “Not cool, dude. Be respectful.”

“Oh, wow, the dolled up slag has some thoughts,” Giles mused as he grabbed his tea. “Sod off, both of you.”

“What’s going on here?” Willow demanded as she walked in the door.

Glory turned to her, “Not that it matters, but I wanted a book, and this librarian is the worst. And she’s looking for her boyfriend. I hope he’s a great guy.”

“He’s not,” Cordelia responded.

“I’ll get you the book,” Willow said as she took Glory by the hand. “Over here.”

“Thanks,” Glory said under her breath. “Does she have good luck with guys?”

“Who? Cordelia? A new one every week.”

“Oh, that’s sad. I want a guy, but just one, the right one,” Glory said wistfully.

“I want a right guy as well,” Willow said as she began to pull at her top showing off some cleavage. “A guy who knew how to really let loose. Who was here right now, grab my hair, push me to my knees…”

“Um, can I get that book?” Glory implored.

“Fine, don’t be fun.”

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Choices

Giles Costume:Starts using fancy words in a thick british accent

Cordy Costume: Short attention span, easily distracted, thus looking for guidance and direction

Glory Costume: Outward nothing matters and she’s talking down about everything, but with cracks of “I’d care though, if it was for the right guy…”

Willow Costume: Discrepancy starts to show