Dawn/Amanda (HL) - Prompt #56 (Drinking)

Title: Impulse
Author: -Andy-
Rated: FR15
Disclaimer: BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, Fox Television, etc. Highlander belongs to Panzer/Davis and a bunch of others. SG-1, O'Malleys and its occupants belong to whomever owns Stargate.
Prompt: #056, Drinking.
Word count: 448 [11 of 100]
Note: This is set in the universe of my ficlet Gone, and occurs immediately after Prompt #88.

Putting down the shot glass, her throat burning from the alcohol, Dawn looked around cautiously, trying to pin-point the person she could still feel watching her. She'd hoped they would be gone when the New Years celebrations concluded, leaving her to drink in relative peace.

She hadn't sensed any other immortals in the bar but something unusual in the room was attracting her attention. She didn't think it was anything very magical. It didn't have the kind of affect on her body that nearby magical creatures or objects often had. It was closer to the very slight buzz she would often get near high power lines, something that had started after she'd taken her first head. She shook off the feeling, chalking it up to the large quantities of alcohol she'd just consumed.

The sound of the stool to her right being pulled back attracted her attention. She took quick note of the gray haired old man now sitting next to her before motioning to the bartender to refill her glass.

"Shouldn't you take it easy?" the man asked her after watching her throw back the contents of her glass and gesturing for yet another refill.

She looked over at him for a moment, catching sight of three people in the bar mirror standing cautiously to her left. She immediately dismissed the geeky guy with glasses. The tall guy with the hat gave her pause for a second. Not someone she would want to have to fight. On the other hand, the tall blonde might be interesting as a diversion from her usual obsession, she thought, raising an eyebrow.

"Not interested, gramps." she told him smugly. "You aren't my type." Hearing a suppressed laugh to her left, she added mischievously, "but your cute blonde friend... she can join me any time."

Sliding to her feet, she stepped closer to the blonde ignoring her companions and the sudden increase in that background buzz, glad she'd worn her boots so she could look her in the eye. "Any time you want to ditch the testosterone impaired, look me up." Dawn said with a wink, reaching over and tucking the business card she'd pulled out surreptitiously into a pocket in the surprised blonde's jacket.

She could feel four pairs of eyes on her as she retrieved her jacket from the coat rack near the door, making sure her small sword was still in its hidden sheath before opening the door and stepping outside into the cold air. She now knew where that feeling had been coming from and wondered if she would regret giving the blonde her phone number. Hopefully the hotel bar was still open. She needed another drink.



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