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Three drabbles about feet and legs for Open on Sunday, ranging from the sad to the silly. As always, any discernible character is the property of Joss, for I have no character.


The King Has Left the Building
Timeline: Angel s5, post-"Not Fade Away"
Rating: PG13


One for the money, two for the show... He'd started humming to himself hours ago, a good rhythm to keep the pace long after his feet had grown numb from cold water.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worn sensible shoes. Probably ditched them 30 seconds after he left Pylea. In LA, you drive everywhere, preferably in limos. No need for waterproof boots... not until it's too late to go back.

Lorne stuffed his hands deeper in his pockets and kept walking through the rainy streets, his ruined blue suede shoes splashing water with every step. Go, cat, go.



Chopper
Timeline: Angel s5, "Conviction"
Rating: PG13


The helicopter took off from the roof with a roar, leaving Angel's stomach behind.

"Don't worry, Mr Angel." The pilot was chewing gum, like it was perfectly normal to travel this fast without touching ground. "I'll get you to that school on time, no problem."

"Good. That's... good." He looked out, shifting in his seat. "How... uh, how high are we flying?"

"600 feet."

"Six..." Angel swallowed. "That's a lot of feet."

"This your first time in a helicopter, Mr Angel?"

"Just let me know when we're there." He closed his eyes and wished he was back on the submarine.


She Knows How To Use 'Em
Timeline: Buffy s3, somewhere in the middle
Rating: PG13


Stupid Faith.

Willow grumbled to herself as she watched Faith and Buffy on the dance floor, surrounded by a gaggle of lovestruck boys. Hey, best friend over here at the bar? But no, everyone just has eyes for Faith. What the hell is so special about her, anyway? She's not all that. Just because she's got that leather top on with its contents bouncing every which way and that red glossy lipstick and that short skirt that shows off her legs when she dances. Her long, smooth, toned, lickable...

Huh? Willow blushed and quickly policed her thoughts.

Stupid best-friend-stealing Faith.


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