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All right, if you can all listen up for a couple minutes, I've got some things you might be interested in hearing about--and I'm gonna need your input on them.

Since it sounded like people'd be interested in the possibility of having a nightclub here, we're gonna try putting something together on the second floor of Seventh Heaven. Dining, dancing, live music, the works. Opening night'll be sometime at the beginning of August, if everything goes according to plan.

What that means, though, is that we're gonna need some entertainment, and that's where you come in. If you're a musician and you've been wanting an audience, then you could have a regular gig here--any style music. I'm partial to pop, of course, but I get the feeling not everyone here likes Perry Como. Or maybe if you do standup--that could be okay, too. I don't want it turning into a whole vaudeville circuit up there, but if you're some other kind of entertainer, let me know, and we'll see if we can't fit you in somewhere.

So if you're interested, let me know here. Tell me what it you do, whether you're going to need anything there to perform, like if you play the piano, and how often we could count on you to be the evening's entertainment.

And if I haven't lost you all completely yet, if anyone's got an idea for a name for the place, I'm all ears. I name characters--turns out I'm no good at naming nightclubs.

[And with that task done, she's going to go celebrate this project getting off the ground--along with finally getting all her finished manuscripts in something approaching order that afternoon--with a trip out to Good Spirits. Can't neglect one part of Luceti's nightlife ("nightlife") for the other, after all. She'll be there for an hour or two, in a yellow cocktail dress, because it's just not fun to go out if you don't get a little dressed up.]

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Oh, I don't know. It helps just as much as it hurts. Familiar faces aren't a bad thing. Especially for the New Feathers.

Oh, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind seeing my husband show up. [But let's be light-hearted here, shall we.] But the sheer number of people I'd rather not see here means it might end up looking like a game of Russian roulette.

It feels like a game of Russian roulette. Luceti roulette, even. I've had a few unfriendly familiar faces.

Sorry to hear it. [Pause. Sip. Think.] I wouldn't mind it if I knew someone was going to show up one of these days. It's not knowing if I'm waiting for anyone that gets me.

...Some people go a long time without seeing anyone. And then -- bam. There someone is.

I'll be drowning in stories by then, if it happens. So it's you and your little sister, she's the one having the birthday, right?

Yep. The big two-oh.

[ a burst of warmth and smiling and affection. ]

Good year to celebrate--and it sounds like it'll be a great party. [And she smiles back, because what else would you do? She's sure as hell not going to argue that point.] Dunno if I know the other two from your world, though.

Rupert Giles is one. A man named Angel is the other.

[Her face lights up in recognition.] Oh! I've met Rupert--great guy. Afraid I don't know any Angels here, though.

Just to make sure we're really, really on the same page...[ because someone has mixed this up before: ] Giles is the old friend. Not the old flame.

Well, I'd hope so--he's old enough to be your father. I'm sure there're plenty of fellows your own age who wouldn't say "no" to a date with you.

The man practically is my father.

[ ahahaha. fellows her own age. :| ] But a little bit older's not so bad. They're not exactly lined up around the block, anyway.

Then there's all the more reason not to keep him as a steady.

Oh, a little older's all right, if that's what you like--I always preferred 'em a little younger myself. But I can't believe someone as pretty as you doesn't have to beat 'em off with a stick. [And another sip of her McCoy.]

That's sweet of you to say but -- me? I'm a little like that fixer-upper house on the street of nice houses. Fine enough on the outside but possibly a bit of an effort-commitment.

Not that there isn't someone....just not a whole lot of other competing someones. Which is probably better, that way.

Well, you'd know better'n me--it's been a while since I had to figure out what the boys liked. [Stories about women fighting off threats to their castles with big swords, it turns out. Take that as a lesson, Buffy.] All you really need is one anyway, if he's the right one.

[ that might be a lesson she's learned in spades, by now. ]

Well, that's the problem -- isn't it? The right one. And the if involved.

[Buffy could get into the fiction business--everyone'd love her work. Anyway, she gets an eyebrow raise from Kay.]

Is it an if situation at the moment?

...That remains to be seen, really.

Mmm. Well--[two more sips of this, and she'll have drained the glass; good drink, Buffy]--they'll tell you that you'll just know, and they'll be lying through their teeth on every word. Best you can do is make your best guess and go from there.

[Pause.] But here I am, trying to give advice to the bartender. I better stop while I'm ahead.

Sometimes you know. Sometimes? They're right. And you know.

[ it had been like that with angel, anyway. but look how that had turned out. ] But...it's a little laughable, I guess. I'm supposed to be the therapy-dispenser. Quick. Indulge me with a problem.

Well, everyone's right once in a while. [Even the people who made their best guess and went with it.]

A problem, let's see. Sometime in the last week, I forgot how to name things. Normally, I'd just make my husband do it, but the charges to call back to Manhattan'd be a nightmare. [Grin.] Other'n that, I don't think I've got much in the way of problems to solve.

Naming things. I hear that's really serious business. Or so say all the sailors I've met in this place.

Pick the wrong name, and the readers stop reading. They don't want to hear about an entrancingly beautiful woman called Paralee; it's just not believable. [And she rolls her eyes.] I guess for ships it'd be similar--if it doesn't strike fear into the hearts of your enemies, there can't be much point.

[ she thinks on the joanna joyce. ] I don't think it's just about fear. And I'm a girl named Buffy. Apparently, that's not a believable name. So I'll leave you to figure that one out.

[ tipping a hand towards the empty glass. ] Anything else?

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