Bar Drabbles
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garnigalNine drabbles after the cut. Yeah, I went a little nuts.
WARNING! One drabble is R rated!
Raising the Bar - Pre-series
A sigh drew her attention, but she resisted turning. From the corner of her eye, she could see Buffy slumped against the window, her usual dour expression on her pretty face.
Dour never used to be a word associated with Buffy. She was a California girl - vivacious, cheerful, outgoing, (though vacuous and shallow had crossed Joyce’s mind once or twice).
Between the deaths last year, the divorce and now the move, it was no wonder Buffy’d turned grim. Joyce would just set the cheerfulness bar a little higher until Buffy snapped out of it.
Her determined smile never faltered.
Raising the Bar - Season 1
There was a girls bathroom at Sunnydale High that nobody used. She’d noticed it the first week. Buffy didn’t know why, though after meeting Giles and hearing about the Hellmouth, she suspected it had something to do with the high mortality rate.
All she knew was that it was a good place to go cry alone.
She’d been trying so hard. Trying to be a good daughter, a good student, a good friend and a good slayer. Trying, but still letting everyone down. And now she’s got a death sentence.
Well, at least they weren’t raising the bar too high.
Raising the Bar - Season 2
NOTE: MATURE CONTENT!
“I’m a new man, Dru,” Angel said, slapping her bare ass. She squealed at the pain, but didn’t stop licking her way down his chest. “Back in the old days we spent as much time running as killing. Sure, we made a scene when we could,” Dru giggled and dipped her head, “but we were always just one step ahead of the torches and pitchforks.” He yanked Dru up by the hair, sinking teeth into breast and cock into cool wetness. “Well, I’m raising the bar. We’ll end this town, and that blonde bitch’ll wish I’d fucked her to death.”
Raising the Bar - Season 3
He’d hoped his father would be proud when he announced he was going to California. He’d been chosen, dammit, been offered what no other Watcher had ever dreamed of.
But overhearing his father with Travers disabused him of all those fantasies.
“You expect too much. He may be my son, but the fact is that he has none of my talents. The bar is higher for a Wyndam-Pryce, and the boy simply doesn’t cut it. Frankly, I think he takes after his mother’s side. Her people haven’t been Watchers for three generations.”
Wesley wondered just how high that bar was.
Raising the Bar - Season 4
Willow didn’t understand how it kept happening. How she kept getting in over her head until finally Buffy rescued her? She was smart – what she didn’t find out from a book she could figure out. She had power – her magic was getting better everyday.
Well, it was getting better until yesterday, when she stood in some freaky demon world, watching horror-struck as her friends fought against danger she’d put them in.
With cookies and apologies she begged them for forgiveness. She had to raise the bar and get her magic under control. She’d do it; after all, she wasn’t Xander.
Raising the Bar - Season 5
Buffy sucked.
She spent all her time with her friends or patrolling. Anyone but Dawn. She’d go to the Bronze or any one of who-knows-how-many cemeteries. Anywhere but home.
It was so typical. ‘Dawn’s in danger, gotta protect her’. By sending her to school with Xander? By having her sit in the Magic Box with Giles? Yeah, they’ll be a lot of help if something happened.
Dawn got it, she really did. Mom was gone and they were both freaking. It’s not like Dawn expected her to live up to the bar Mom set; she just wanted her sister here.
Raising the Bar - Season 6
He had to get out of this.
There was nothing in his mind except escaping. No, not escaping. He wasn’t really running from Anya. He was running for her. Yeah. Xander was saving her – if he wasn’t around, the future he’d see wouldn’t come true, and Anya would be happy. Eventually, she’d see what a close call she’d had and forgive him. Leaving was the right thing, no matter what his friends said. They didn’t really know the truth, didn’t know how bad it would be.
He was so afraid he’d live down to the bar his father had set.
Raising the Bar - Season 7
The potentials thought she was awesome. She really listened, really understood their fears. It didn’t hurt that she was still hot and strong. Sure, Buffy was good looking and definitely hadn’t lost those Slayer muscles, but the past two years had really taken their toll. Faith may have been the one in jail, but Buffy was the one who looked tired and worn out.
She’d always assumed that the bar Buffy set was unreachable, so she didn’t even try. But now it was B who couldn’t hack the responsibility and expectations, and Faith who was surrounded by the worshipping kids.
Raising the Bar - Post-series (Season 8)
They were cool.
They’d seen so much. Faced danger and lived to tell the tale. Not that they ever really talked about their pasts. But you could still tell they were cool.
Xander, up in the control room giving orders.
Willow, flying all over the world with her magic powers.
Dawn, so down to earth even though she was a giant.
Giles, with the melty accent and all the knowing.
Faith, totally independent and a fantastic fighter.
And Buffy. She was always so smart and organized.
They set the bar high – but she was a Slayer. She could do it.
WARNING! One drabble is R rated!
Raising the Bar - Pre-series
A sigh drew her attention, but she resisted turning. From the corner of her eye, she could see Buffy slumped against the window, her usual dour expression on her pretty face.
Dour never used to be a word associated with Buffy. She was a California girl - vivacious, cheerful, outgoing, (though vacuous and shallow had crossed Joyce’s mind once or twice).
Between the deaths last year, the divorce and now the move, it was no wonder Buffy’d turned grim. Joyce would just set the cheerfulness bar a little higher until Buffy snapped out of it.
Her determined smile never faltered.
Raising the Bar - Season 1
There was a girls bathroom at Sunnydale High that nobody used. She’d noticed it the first week. Buffy didn’t know why, though after meeting Giles and hearing about the Hellmouth, she suspected it had something to do with the high mortality rate.
All she knew was that it was a good place to go cry alone.
She’d been trying so hard. Trying to be a good daughter, a good student, a good friend and a good slayer. Trying, but still letting everyone down. And now she’s got a death sentence.
Well, at least they weren’t raising the bar too high.
Raising the Bar - Season 2
NOTE: MATURE CONTENT!
“I’m a new man, Dru,” Angel said, slapping her bare ass. She squealed at the pain, but didn’t stop licking her way down his chest. “Back in the old days we spent as much time running as killing. Sure, we made a scene when we could,” Dru giggled and dipped her head, “but we were always just one step ahead of the torches and pitchforks.” He yanked Dru up by the hair, sinking teeth into breast and cock into cool wetness. “Well, I’m raising the bar. We’ll end this town, and that blonde bitch’ll wish I’d fucked her to death.”
Raising the Bar - Season 3
He’d hoped his father would be proud when he announced he was going to California. He’d been chosen, dammit, been offered what no other Watcher had ever dreamed of.
But overhearing his father with Travers disabused him of all those fantasies.
“You expect too much. He may be my son, but the fact is that he has none of my talents. The bar is higher for a Wyndam-Pryce, and the boy simply doesn’t cut it. Frankly, I think he takes after his mother’s side. Her people haven’t been Watchers for three generations.”
Wesley wondered just how high that bar was.
Raising the Bar - Season 4
Willow didn’t understand how it kept happening. How she kept getting in over her head until finally Buffy rescued her? She was smart – what she didn’t find out from a book she could figure out. She had power – her magic was getting better everyday.
Well, it was getting better until yesterday, when she stood in some freaky demon world, watching horror-struck as her friends fought against danger she’d put them in.
With cookies and apologies she begged them for forgiveness. She had to raise the bar and get her magic under control. She’d do it; after all, she wasn’t Xander.
Raising the Bar - Season 5
Buffy sucked.
She spent all her time with her friends or patrolling. Anyone but Dawn. She’d go to the Bronze or any one of who-knows-how-many cemeteries. Anywhere but home.
It was so typical. ‘Dawn’s in danger, gotta protect her’. By sending her to school with Xander? By having her sit in the Magic Box with Giles? Yeah, they’ll be a lot of help if something happened.
Dawn got it, she really did. Mom was gone and they were both freaking. It’s not like Dawn expected her to live up to the bar Mom set; she just wanted her sister here.
Raising the Bar - Season 6
He had to get out of this.
There was nothing in his mind except escaping. No, not escaping. He wasn’t really running from Anya. He was running for her. Yeah. Xander was saving her – if he wasn’t around, the future he’d see wouldn’t come true, and Anya would be happy. Eventually, she’d see what a close call she’d had and forgive him. Leaving was the right thing, no matter what his friends said. They didn’t really know the truth, didn’t know how bad it would be.
He was so afraid he’d live down to the bar his father had set.
Raising the Bar - Season 7
The potentials thought she was awesome. She really listened, really understood their fears. It didn’t hurt that she was still hot and strong. Sure, Buffy was good looking and definitely hadn’t lost those Slayer muscles, but the past two years had really taken their toll. Faith may have been the one in jail, but Buffy was the one who looked tired and worn out.
She’d always assumed that the bar Buffy set was unreachable, so she didn’t even try. But now it was B who couldn’t hack the responsibility and expectations, and Faith who was surrounded by the worshipping kids.
Raising the Bar - Post-series (Season 8)
They were cool.
They’d seen so much. Faced danger and lived to tell the tale. Not that they ever really talked about their pasts. But you could still tell they were cool.
Xander, up in the control room giving orders.
Willow, flying all over the world with her magic powers.
Dawn, so down to earth even though she was a giant.
Giles, with the melty accent and all the knowing.
Faith, totally independent and a fantastic fighter.
And Buffy. She was always so smart and organized.
They set the bar high – but she was a Slayer. She could do it.
