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You get time to relax?

Not as much as I'd like, but tonight seems to be an exception.

ooc: No problem. :)

Why's that?

It usually takes longer.

I know the feeling. *smiles* So what do you plan on doing now that you have all this free time?

Have dinner, do a little sight-seeing, get some sleep and meet with another client tomorrow. At least that's the plan. Why?

Client?

Oh. *chuckles softly at her own mistake* You just look so much like someone I -- well, someone I know.

I'm a businessman. We ... do business with clients? Huh. First time I've been mistaken for someone else.

It's not a bad thing, I promise. *smiles reassuringly*

Hope so. Since we're playing twenty questions, it's my turn. Who do I remind you of?

*for a moment, she doesn't know what to say - lover? co-worker?*

... my ex.

... I had to ask, didn't I. Dare I hope you parted on amiable terms? Rather not get socked in the jaw if it's all the same to you.

It was pretty dramatic. But I was in high school, so everything was pretty dramatic then.

*she laughs softly*

I won't be pulling any punches.

I haven't been in high school for well over a decade, lady, so rest assured I'm definitely not your ex.

And I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting you.

*is that a blush? it's very possible indeed*

High school feels like ages ago. And trust me, no one was happier to graduate more than I was.

If you didn't remember me, you'd definitely remember the punching part. I... kind of had the reputation of getting into fights. None of which I ever started, of course.

*is that a chuckle? Could be.*

It was ages ago for me; as I said, well over a decade. Unfortunately, mine was more of a private school, and none of the students were female, or as fetching.

Spunk, by the way, is an attractive quality.

Ash Head. *offers a hand*

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Private school, huh? Mom tried to get me to go to private school once, but I told her there was no way she was ever getting me into a pleated skirt.

*takes his hand and shakes it, her grip surprisingly strong for her size*

Buffy Summers.

Mmhmm. My mother, and her father, insisted on the best, so there I was, packed off to boarding school as a little tot, with vacations spent at home.

*doesn't appear to notice, but then his grip is more than adequate as well. And warm, proving he isn't who she mistook him for.*

A pleasure, Miss Summers.

Did you like private school? Mine was definitely different as far as your typical high school experience goes. It was Hell... kinda literally.

*the warmth is still a surprise to her, even though he's introduced himself as someone completely different*

Same here.

It served its purpose. I am who I am today in part because of studying abroad.

*a near smile*

Hell - figuratively or literally, Miss Summers?

I guess we all benefited from it.

*grins*

Literally. My school was... kind of on top of this not-so-great place. The mouth of Hell.

I guess so.

*he might grin back*

The mouth of Hell. Sounds like something you wouldn't want to put on a tourist brochure.

Or maybe, you would.

Well, even if people wanted to make it a tourist attraction, it's kind of... imploded. My fault.

*shrugs, smiling*

There's another one in Cleveland, though.

... You imploded a mouth of Hell.

Interesting.

*he'll ignore Cleveland. Anyone with common sense does.*

It's... kind of what I do.

Is this a day job?

Tends to be more of a night job, all things considered.

How's that?

Well, when you've been sort of pre-destined to kill the undead for a living, you tend to not get very much sleep.