Coffee with Fred

[killingsoftly]

He wasn't accustomed to having coffee later with people he'd so thoroughly seduced, but then, she'd been nice to him before that and after that and didn't seem to be running away, ans she'd offered to let him talk and he'd already apparently told her about Warren, so that made her slightly safer to talk to than the redhead who he barely knew.

He called her and invited her for coffee. He arrived at Starbucks a little early, parking the bike, then fidgeting outside on the step while he waited for her. He lit up one of his clove cigarettes, moving away from the door to the ashtray a bit further down. People might have given him disapproving looks on his own account, but at least no one coughed pointedly at him.

He was still fidgety, but at least the nicotine helped a bit. And there would be coffee. Which might make him fidget more. But it would be good and she was a calming sort and he might not end up talking about Warren at all, really, even as VERY confusing as things were now.

He leaned against the wall and tried to make himself stop fidgeting, which got him looks from the Barbie clones who walked by, flashing him an inviting smile. Bike. Leather jacket. Sunglasses. Cigarette. Too pretty for words. It was what he used to get such creatures in his bed to give him what he needed, but he was too fixated on Warren to do more than just smile back at them with a nod.

Some things were instinctual.

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"I've heard of Slayers, but never met one."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

"One girl in all the world..." Fred recited each word carefully, then shrugged, a flush on her cheeks.

"Sorry, I've been reading a lot lately." She smiled. "When I first came back? It felt like Slayers were all I ever heard about. Well, one specific one, over and over and over again, just her."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Oh?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Fred just blinked and tried to figure out what the 'oh' was in refrence to? Which part of the ramble...

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"They talked about one a lot?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

"Buffy."

And Fred still mamanged to say her name exactly they way it'd been said back then. A little bit of awe, and reverence, love, and saddness, and if you were Cordy? Annoyance.

All at once, all in that one word.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

It was impressive. But not the name.

"Buffy?" It was a stupid name.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

"Buffy."

There it was, all in that word again.

"The day we all came back? From Pylea? The first words were heard was that she died, only she hadn't. That's what we found out a few months after that. I'd...liked him. Only he found out, and he left. But she wasn't even there for me to understand?"

Fred just shrugged.

"It was Buffy."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"He?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

"Angel," she offered, the words easy now. "My post Pylea crush, and saver of my head."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm glad he saved your head..."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

"Trust me," she attempted some jauntiness. "You and me both. It got a little too close for comfort, for my liking."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

He frowned a bit, remembering the things she'd told him, but he didn't press.

"So naturally you felt for him."

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"I..."

"Why does that have to be natural? Why did I have to go from being alone for that long to falling for the first friendly face that fell into my cave. And not even human, just friendly?"

She had no idea she'd even said all that outloud.

"I was about to be dinner, and he carried me away on a horse, on an actual horse. And then...he used my name. After five years, I got called by an actual name. I don't know if ti was him sometimes, or if it could've been anyone."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

He smiled a little, nodding. "Something like that would make a very strong impression, I'd imagine."

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Fred wore a different sort of smile now.

"When he says your name, it feels like you're hearing it for the first time in a long while too, doesn't it? Your whole name."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin flushed a little. "Yeah...though he's started calling me 'Dev' lately..."

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She just laughed.

"That's not what matters though. That hasn't a thing to say with the real how it's said. No one ever calls me Winifred."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"That's not what I meant..." He smiled a little. "I like it. No one's ever called me that."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

Her smile grew off of his, then widened a bit.

"I'm officially glad then. You shoould have a nickname or two, and a someone that goes with them, giving them to you."

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"...I should?"

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Let's try it the other way round first," she said after a minute. "Why do you think you shouldn't? Then I know what I'm actually arguing for."

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"I just never..." He shook his head a little. "I'm not that guy. The guy people get attached to and give pet names to."

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She considered that, considered him.

"I'm sure there's been people that wanted to get attached, I just don't know if you were ever ready to get attached right back."

"Labels are...they're just labels, just words. And I'm saying this as a lover, well, a user of words and maybe being a bit hypocritical too. Because I'm quick enough to be 'a girl', 'just something', or even 'the crazy..." She thought some more. "And I used to be really good at assigning them to. 'The brains', 'the heart', 'the muscle'. But it limits things that should never be limited, builds walls when there's more than enough already. And I stopped looking. I saw just the role I'd assigned for each of them, just like that was all they were. I I got caught into missing things for a while, missing too many things."

She had a point.

"You're not 'that guy', and more than I am. You're Devin, and to Warren you're 'Dev', also known as the Devin he's attached to, I'm guessing.

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He flushed a little bit, remembering the woods, the house.

"Maybe."