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"I'm good sandwichless. Little known fact: Summers girls can exist on mochas and ice cream alone. Not that I was suggesting ice cream. I'm good with my mocha. See," she beams a smile at him at this juncture of the ramble, "this is mocha bliss." She crosses her legs, still doubting the sundress (http://www.whedon.info/IMG/jpg/sarah-michelle-gellar-arriving-new-york-city-hotel-may-21-2011-paparazzi-gq-02.jpg) [Sans jacket] she's wearing but she tried on all of her closet, all of Dawn's closet and browsed through Aya's closet just in case. It's the only thing she did like. She leans forward, elbows going to the table as she fiddles with her coffee.

"I've got a stake version, " she says with a nod to the lighter. Then, as an explanation she gets the little purse she brought with her and takes her stake out then places it on the table. "Meet Mr. Pointy. I usually introduce him much closer up but I'll save that for the second date--" her eyes go wide and horror stricken. "Second coffee. Not date because--mochas and not--say hi to Mr Pointy." She finishes with a weak laugh and a please swallow me whole expression.

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Pyro stares at the stake on the table for a long while before he reaches over to pick it up, testing its weight in his hand. "You kill monsters with this?" Buffy hasn't exactly told him what else she does besides that whole gladiator thing, so he's a little curious as to how this piece of stick can beat the uglies in the Underground.

"What is it made of? Some kind of a special wood?"

Buffy shakes her head at that. "Nope. Mr. Pointy--which I don't usually call it. Usually it's just a stake but I'm being perky or adorable or maybe just girly by giving it a name--anyway was a stair banister in another life."

She purses her lips, pulling them to one side before she continues. "I'm the extra special. I'm a slayer so I've got preternatural strength, speed, balance and increased durability and healing. The bruises I got in the arena last week, gone by that night. The cuts were gone by the next morning and look Ma, no scars." She turns her back to him slightly so he can see her back is smooth and unmarred.

"And yes. I kill monsters with it. Mostly vamps but you'd be surprised what a stake through the heart will kill. I've also got my scythe, the weapon I had in the arena. It's good for bigger things that I don't want to get close enough to stake."

Trust Buffy to be able to pull off cute while talking about her weapon of choice for defeating vamps. "Thought you were just crazy strong that day because of the curse. Guess you're extra special everyday of the year, huh?" He smirks and puts the stake back on the table. "I got a job recently. With the police force." He lets out a chuckle and shrugs. "I don't even know. But considering the amount of weird shit happening in the City, I figure it'll be interesting at least."

It's her specialty. One can see how vampires would get the wrong idea about her and underestimate her. Of course she adds to this image any chance she gets. "Yup. That's me. Extra Special Buffy...which makes me sound like I should be taking the little yellow bus. Sort of like you, with the fire. Not that you're on the little bus with me. Or that I'm on the little bus. There is no little bus."

Stopping the ramble before it gets out of hand. ~~As if it hasn't already.~~

"Never a dull moment. I talked to the Chief that used to be there once. She tried to recruit me but I don't really do polyester. Not that it won't be a good look on you.I think it's good. Very using your powers for good instead of evil so go you. Do you get a badge 'cause the polyester can be questionable but the badge is sort mrawr."

She'll realize at some point in this conversation she made a cat noise. Uncursed. And she'll be horrified.

"I think I get a badge. I mean, I should. How else will people know I can officially kick their ass?" And he's going to ignore that bit about using his powers for good instead of evil. It's not one or the other with him. It's both. Whatever gets him what he wants.

"So, where's home?"

"Badges are good. You could pull off the whole 'rule breaking, on-the-edge, cop thing with a black leather jacket, disillusioned outlook and bad attitude."

She fiddles with her mocha and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Sunnydale, California. More recently a castle in Scotland but it's less home-y and more headquarter-y." She looks up at him and smiles. "You?"

"New York. But I think it might be some mutant prison once I get home. Last thing I remember was getting hit on the head." He drinks his coffee then decides to switch the topic back to her. "Why Scotland?"

The mutant prison comment gets a nose wrinkle and a concerned look from Buffy. "You're okay now though? With the hit on the head thing and wow. Mutant Prison? Is it going to be run by a tiny freaky guy with an itty bitty mustache?"

Right subject change. She didn't really get the message that that's what it was supposed to be.

"Giles knew a guy who had a castle he'd sell us cheap plus a couple hundred super strength teenage girls all in one place equipped with sharp, pointy things tends to raise eyebrows in the States. Oh. Also. I sort cratered Sunnydale, with some help, and apparently destroying an entire town puts you on the United States Terrorist list? It's not like anyone was still there. They'd mostly evacuated."

That got a raised eyebrow. "You destroyed an entire town?" Well, this girl is something alright. "How did you do it?" Hey, he's an ex-terrorist. Of course he'd be interested to know.

The jury is still out on what she is exactly.

"It was full of vampires. I said I had help, right?" She takes a sip of her coffee and shifts a little, leaning back in her chair. "Sunnydale was built on a Hellmouth. I had a big ole, incorporeal First Evil and her creepy priest after me. She was sending uber vamps after me and these weird no eyes guy called Bringers and basically running the shots. I got tired of being reactive Buffy and decided to take the fight to her, which meant opening the Hellmouth. I'm pretty sure that made things unstable to begin with. So we jumped in. Willow made the girls slayers and started fighting."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, brow furrowing a little. "Back and rewind a little bit. Angel brought me this necklace. Told me it for a champion to wear. It was way too gaudy for me so I gave it to Spike. Okay fast forward back to the fight. Spike's necklace started glowing. It turned him into a giant column of UV light that toasted all the vamps. Then I guess it turned into a bomb. We barely got out before the town turned into a big crater with Spike buried underneath it."

She's quiet for a moment, sipping at her coffee and gnawing on her bottom lip before she forces a smile that quickly becomes genuine. "Spike's fine now. Long story I never really got all of. Something about magic and I think he missed Angel. I think they're making Sunnydale a national park and I get a whole special team of terrorist fighters looking for me 'cause apparently I'm dangerous."

Well, that kind of makes the whole fight with the X-Men on Alcatraz seem like a walk in the park. "But Hellmouth's gone? It's all good and safe in Sunnydale now?" He slips a cigarette out of a pack and lights it. "You want one?"

She would be more horrified by the whole Alcatraz thing just because...all humans. Sure, mutants but still humans. "Hellmouth is closed for business and Sunnydale, the crater, is safe as...any crater I guess."

She shakes her head. "No thanks. I'm a non-smoking girl but I don't care if you do. Around me I mean."

He makes sure to blow the smoke away from her. "So did you arrive to the city with Dawn?"

She appreciates the politeness. She leans forward on the table again, elbows there so she can fiddle with her cup.

"Yeah. She went home again though and that was good because of the curses and the City being the City and there were people to protect her at home but when she came back...I was glad. Which probably puts me in the endangering a sister group of people but Dawn is Dawn. She's going to get in trouble where ever she is. At least here I'm around to protect her."

She takes a sip of her coffee, watching him. "You're from New York." She pauses because oh hey mutant prison and he did change the subject awfully quick. They can talk about things that make each other uncomfortable later. "What do you like to do for fun?"

"Fun?" He scratches at the slight stubble on his cheek as he thinks about that. "I'm not sure. I mean, there wasn't a whole lot of fun to be had after I joined the Brotherhood. Most of my time was spent on training and shit. Guess that was sort of fun in a way. You know, destroying stuff." He chuckles. "Honestly? I can't even remember the last time I went out for coffee like this. It's been a while."

Buffy arches an eyebrow at him then grins. "You realize it is now my personal mission to make sure you have more fun. We have movie night once a week at my place. You have to put up with Dawn and Aya being ridiculously sweet but they haven't crossed over into ridiculously PDA yet. You could join us if you wanted."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Movie night? He arches an eyebrow at her. "With popcorn and shit?"

"Yup. And Dawn's food experiments--which...can go either way, but don't tell her I told you that. Sometimes we have actual edible food too, like pizza or Chinese. We also have twizzlers which usually devolve into a sword fight between me and Dawn because...they're twizzlers so why not? And that usually gets critiqued by Aya because he's all sword master and if it's an action movie I critique the fights and it drives Dawn crazy and we throw popcorn at the screen. If it's a cheesy eighties movie, rinse and repeat except there are DawnandBuffy dance montages instead of me critiquing fights which is probably better for everyone without eyes." She stops to take a breath.

"Anyway, you're invited if you want to come."

"Sure. But I'm warning you, I don't do chick flicks." He fiddles with his lighter just then and contemplates telling her about his time with the Brotherhood, but that would mean telling her about the horrible things he'd done as a mutant terrorist, and -- he decides that he doesn't want to ruin a perfectly good day.

"So, how come you're not seeing anyone? I mean, you're attractive and you're fun." He's curious, okay?

She tilts her head slightly to the side, trying to determine exactly how she feels about this ban on chick flicks. "I'm guessing ice skating movies are a x-nay as well." This question is important, okay. Ice skating movies are one of those sacred things to Buffy. "I mean I get that they're cheesy and that it's about ice skating but it's harder than it looks. You know with the balancing and the jumping and the gliding on one leg and the grac-ing--gracefulness. It's a very beautiful, exact, real sport." She looks and sounds prepared to argue this one out.

Until his next question. She blushes a little, ducks her head and becomes very interest in fiddling with her coffee. "I dated a guy here in the City for a little while and then he went home but Buffy and relationships tend to go south. Way, way, way south, as far south as things can go. There's the whole 'living in my world gets normal boys killed' then there's the 'too normal for not normal boys' and the 'I'm the man I'm supposed to be stronger thing' or the 'your life is just too dark for me. I can't deal with old boyfriends and apocalypses every month and having to be saved'. And if all of that isn't enough to scare a guy away there's the monster thing. It's a lot to accept in exchange for dinner and a ton-o-fun with me." Her brow furrows and she looks up at him both startled and puzzled. "That didn't sound dirty, did it? 'Cause I just meant--you said I was fun and I was referencing--not naked fun. There is never going to be a person swallowing hole when I need it, it there?"

She takes a big breath and plunges back into the conversation because hey, clearly best way to get over awkwardness. "Anyway, you aren't seeing anyone either. At least---you're not seeing anyone are you? Just so I get--know what we're--not to step on girl sized toes. Or boy sized if that's--" Her voice goes up about two octaves to an almost squeak. "Rinse, repeat your question except at you. Because of attractiveness and funness."

The corner of his mouth lifts up in a smirk. "If the ice skating movie involves blood and gore, you can count me in."

John's really not a fan of watching movies though. Hell, the last time Bobby and Rogue made him watch some stupid-- okay, granted it was a romantic comedy --with them, he fell asleep. Of course, they had also been complaining about his lighter. He's got this habit of fiddling with it see, and that click clack sound apparently annoys some people to no end.

Listening to her talk about her dating life or the lack of it, John thinks that at least she's tried the dating thing. He's never bothered to date anyone. Granted, being in the Brotherhood didn't afford him a lot of dating opportunities, he wasn't exactly interested in being in a relationship with anyone ether; just random sleeping around whenever it suited him, which he's not about to mention. "I think if I was seeing someone, she'd have tried to kill us both after that curse."

"I'll count you out on the ice skating movies then," she smirks in return. "I think in general they're less with the blood and the gore." She takes a sip of her coffee. "I ice skate. Or I used to before the whole slay thing caught up with me. I wanted to be a professional ice skater. I was like...ten but yeah at one time it was important to me."

She fiddles with her cup a little, tucking her hair behind her ear. Honestly, she's not sure if the click clack sound would bother her or not. It would probably depend on the situation more than anything. It's not like she doesn't have her fiddle-y quirks.

And that's a shame, at least if you ask Buffy. Everyone should try the dating thing. She grins, blushes a bit and then shrugs. "Okay. Good point but I'm sort of hard to kill. Even before the super strength thing. Are you? I mean outside of the flame on fiery thing, extra hard to kill or normal hard to kill? And is that a really personal question I ought to ask?"

"Yeah? That's real cute." He's definitely trying to imagine her being ten and ice skating now. "We should get you to an ice rink someday. If they have one here. I used to know someone who'd turn the lakes into ice during the summer just so the students could go skating." Stupid Bobby Drake. "He probably did it to score the chicks, you know."

He shrugs at the question, not seeming to mind it. "I don't have super strength or anything, but I went through some tough training when I joined the Brotherhood. But if we're talking about battling some monster without my powers, I don't know. You seem to be the expert. I think I'm going to have to make sure you're on my speed dial."

Okay, he might not watch the ice skating movies but he just offered to take her ice skating. That gets him a huge smile and so many points she's kind of scared to add them all up. "They've got a rink here. I just haven't gone in forever." She smirks a little reaching out to touch his hand. "Yeah and you never started bonfires to get chicks?"

"Just call me 9-1-1 Buffy." She likes the whole idea of the speed dial thing. Okay so she's trying to tell herself it's because she likes to help people and it's a hero gig but the truth is, he gives her warm fuzzies and she likes that she's on his speed dial. "Just be careful and hopefully you won't have to worry about the lack of powers. The City has ganked mine a couple of times. It's not fun. Usually curse related.]

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