[ buffy could put up with a lot of shit from a lot of people. hell, it's practically become her second vocation. but the moment spike slips his arm around her -- the moment he dares to question her efficacy in a way she only permits herself to do -- she feels the old steely and ice-cold anger rise in her throat.
vice-like, she grabs that cheering hand of his and tries to twist it 'round his back. now she feels eager to march him out of the establishment. to shame him as she does so. ]
Because Beverly Hills is such a noble spot. [ she hisses -- still quiet, still just in his ear. he's angered her, but not to the point of turning it into a speech for everyone's consumption. ] What the hell is your problem?
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vice-like, she grabs that cheering hand of his and tries to twist it 'round his back. now she feels eager to march him out of the establishment. to shame him as she does so. ]
Because Beverly Hills is such a noble spot. [ she hisses -- still quiet, still just in his ear. he's angered her, but not to the point of turning it into a speech for everyone's consumption. ] What the hell is your problem?