FIC: The Late Shift

[LeatherQueen]

Yes. We are too cute for words. We're also too cute for phrases, sentences and paragraphs.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[tkheaven]

We're way too cute..hehe..

LeatherQueen, I think I'll me making my own Tara for the whole week: Date Night, Monday Night, Tuesday Night, Wednesday Night, Date Night, Thursday Night, Friday Night (wait, is this more than 7 days..oh well) Saturday..uhh, all day...and for Sunday I'll make a Willow, actually she could have days and Sundays, cuz I'm voyeuristic like that...

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"It's amazing, isn't it? A tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out. Took her light away. From me. From the world. Now, the one person who should be here is gone. And a waste like you gets to live." ~ Villians ~ Willow to Warren

[wiccachica]

Jungle Adventure Taras and accessories for everyone! It's Birthday Day! (The day when everyone's birthday triangulates in some parallel dimension)



So enjoy! And remember...they're under warrantee...but you should still treat them with TLC (not the cleaner)



So enough of the procrastinating...I'll just put it out there for you.



-chica



Chapter 166: In Perfection



" So I’m just kicking it

I'm counting the days

I hardly can wait… for us to hang out.

I'm really missing it in so many ways

I anticipate… us MAKING out." - No Doubt, “ Making Out”



To better understand what a perfect Date Night is…one must first understand that, this being Sunnydale, I have to grade them on a curve...



(I’m going out on a limb here and picking that one Date Night we spent helping the Scoobies capture 27 slimy hatchling Pathos Demons as my general standard for a LOW-point Date Night)



So one's person's level of perfection may be someone else's idea of a Night spent in the unpredictable throes of the Hellmouth...



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" Your chariot..." Xander says amicably…opening the rear door of the car to allow us to enter.



Once we are settled in, Xander zips around the car…topples in…and turns the engine over with a wry grin.



What has gotten into these people today??? They all have been looking at Tara and I as though we are both going to explode into a sparkling shower of shiny rainbow-coloured candy at any moment...



He turns to put one arm over the back of the seat and smirks at us.



Okay…Xander smirking...my all-time biggest eww...



" Tied down....? I mean... buckled in?" He grins... making a severely bad attempt at a tasteless joke.



I spear him with a look...while Tara...my sweet...levelheaded terrestrial goddess smiles patiently and puts a hand on my leg.



" The tying comes later.....much later" She says...taking a moment to wait for her words to sink in.



" Huh...?" Xander does a double take. His internal image of the sweetest, shyest, girl in Sunnydale dashed against the rocks of his torrid, if not vivid imagination.



Okay...I have to admit...I do a double take too…



But I'm just making sure she's serious...I mean...a verbal promise IS still a promise.



" I don't need to be hearing this..." Xander says...



Funny how he can’t seem to turn around… even though he doesn’t NEED to be hearing this...



" You know...I had this dream..." He starts aloud...and then stops as he realizes the looks of abject horror on our faces at the very thought of him SHARING with us his...XANDER DREAMS....



I think I’ve found a new all time biggest eww…..



Much eww....much, much, eww...



I lock gazes wit him…my message VERY clear….



DRIVE the CAR…or BE UNDER IT….your choice, Buck-o…



" I guess I should drive, huh?" He says.



" Huh." I agree.



Strangely, I am incapable of outright indignation…because…well….Tara still has her right hand on the old leg here...making barely perceptible circles on my knee with her thumb.



" This is my favorite skirt of yours." She says under her breath with a slightly wry smile.



Nice and short The look says.



I clear my throat.



“ Golly….” I say….



Oh yes…The inner cool has broken…and the inner geek has taken over, Ladies and gentlemen…



I look down at her hand…and then back up at her half-lidded smile.



Xander is somewhere…in some other UNIVERSE from where we are right now…fiddling with the car radio and driving like a barbituated grandpa down Main Street.



I lean in quickly to steal a kiss…and…<> I’m caught up in my seat belt like a puppy on a leash.



So close and yet….so far….



I’m grappling with the belt as though it were some sort of serpent right out of Clash of the Titans….a beast sent forth by the Gods to thwart my attempt at the all-consuming smoochie…



I finally slump back…defeated by my own inability to navigate the clasp of a seatbelt while sexually frustrated.



If this had been on the SATs…it would have been straight to working at the zoo…as one of the monkeys…..



Tara giggles under breath…



Her hand is still on my leg…now playing off-handedly (no pun intended) with the hem of my skirt…



You know…come to think of it….this IS my favorite skirt too….



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

[LeatherQueen]

Oooh, major spicy talk Tara. So does Jungle Adventure Tara come with a spicy talking accessory?

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[tkheaven]

Great tying...I MEAN..updating wicca



*tk makes a mental note . o ( adding Tied-Down Night and Skirt(s off) Night onto the calendar)

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"It's amazing, isn't it? A tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out. Took her light away. From me. From the world. Now, the one person who should be here is gone. And a waste like you gets to live." ~ Villians ~ Willow to Warren

[Grimaldi]

great update. Looks like Willow discovered the bad part about wearing seatbelts, they interfere with kissing your girlfriend.

Oh my god, they killed... oh, nevermind!

I got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but 2 things right now Jack and shit..and Jack left town

[jdcioffi]

... and miss so much!



Yes! I finally caught up!



Two things:

Olivia wants one thing - Tara. No crap. But she hwas to wait in line behind Willow and a whole gaggle of kittens. Herd of kittens? Swarm of kittens? Uhm .. you know what I mean.



Perfect Date Night -- Willow in a short skirt and Tara in Jungle Mode ... sounds perfect to me! with a little for good measure.



JD

"I smell the smelly smell of something that smells smelly!" (SpongeBob Squarepants)

[mollyig]

Poor Will, wrestling with the seatbelt. And I liked her threat (albeit mental) to Xander - DRIVE the CAR - or BE UNDER IT. Heh!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[DarkWiccan]

JD...



I think it's whole Nipsy Russell of Kittens



smirk

DarkWiccan

Edited by: DarkWiccan at: 5/31/02 9:34:30 pm

[wiccachica]

Where is the little troll taking us? Where will he stop I ask you?



Only the Shadow knows...



Chapter 167: The Ultimate Guitar Tab to “ Date Night”…..



“ Here? Why…why are we…stopping….HERE…???” I stammer out… just above under my breath… as I look out at the slowing scenery from the car window.



Through my mind’s eye zap images of a sexy private barefoot romp down the dark secluded beach…hmm…niiiiice…



“ It’s sort of a surprise. Take off your shoes.” Tara says….and unbuckles her seat belt to lean between the front seats.



The tone in her voice leaves no room to argue. It’s a little commandy…a bit of the…jungle gung ho Tara…and that alone makes me stop wondering what is outside the car there, and start stripping off my strappy shoes.



Meanwhile Jungle Tara is working her interrogation mojo on Xander up front.



“ Okay….hand them over…” She says to Xander ( who by the way has been strangely polite and quiet since he shut of the motor…very sinister of him…indeed…)



If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years…is NEVER trust a well-behaved Xander….



“ Huh?” Xander half turns and exclaims in surprise…not turning fully enough to meet Tara’s gaze.



“ The binoculars…” Tara says calmly.



Xander stammers mentally for a moment…then makes a little motion between an attempt to turn a little more towards her…and a shrug…



“ What bino…?” He starts a blatant lie falling out of his mouth…



“ In the Glove box….”



“ ….OOH….the BINOCULARS…I thought you said…” He stops for a moment.



“ Otoculars? What else SOUNDS like binoculars, Xander…hand them over to me please…” She says, and puts out a hand like an peeved parent confiscating an offending toy that just ‘happened’ to bop some wailing other child on the head….



I unbuckle now. Without the pressure of Tara kissage weighing heavily in the mix…I am able to maneuver the belt like a good bi-pedal earth dweller.



“ Xander Harris…SHAME on you!” I say sternly. Then I look to my girlfriend. “ So…is there something here I’m GOING to be shaming him for later? What’s the deal?”



“ Not….the point right now, Sweetie…” Tara says gently



I lean back a little… anger diffused by confusion…



“ Right…right…the point is not the naughty thoughts….<> the naughty thoughts are RIGHT outta there…” I mutter.



Tara thinks about this for a fraction of a hummingbird’s wing beat.



“ Xander… loses the binoculars….Willow…. KEEPS the naughty thoughts….” She says decisively.



Xander reluctantly digs the Oogler 2000s out of the glove box and hands them to Tara.



“ You get these back tomorrow morning….” She says, opening her car door and sliding out. I get out only to stand flush against the car. Somewhere…in the distance…and eerie sound tendrils it’s way towards us in the night…



“ It’s…kind of…dark out here…” I say…and I feel the familiar tingle of Tara’s fingers entwining in my own.



She makes a little wave to Xander, who starts up the car and pulls away, just as she urges me forward…



“ Xander’s…LEAVING???” I say in a mild panic.



“ You want him to stick around? Watch maybe?” I glance back at the slowly retreating taillights



Eww to the good pointh power.



She pulling me gently along with her…off of the asphalt and up into the dunes of grass smattered sand….



“ I’m not really dressed for the beach…” I say breathlessly… and she swings her head back to smile at me….



It’s honestly all she needed to do…at this point, I can do nothing but clammer for the right words to express how….absolutely…unfathomably….GORGEOUS and exotic she looks right now…She turns back around to lead the way…and I follow lamely behind her….crunching giddily through the grass after my braided beauty.



“ I wanted to find somewhere where we could be alone…just the two of us…like having a world of our very own…” Tara says to the night…not tuning around.



The beach to our left looks secluded enough for us to….



My thoughts are abruptly hampered by the feel of something hard beneath my feet…something plank like and…



I turn my gaze to the right.



I am standing with the most beautiful woman on the face of the known planet…in front of the most exhilarating and…. frightening place I have ever….seen…



And the sound and the sight…stops me in my tracks…pulling her with me.



A boatyard.



In the thin light from the moon, masts of all different shapes and sizes gently prod and sway in the water like a sea of ghostly white telephone poles searching for a lost line…



The sides of boats rub against one another…against….the docks….and settle in the lapping water. Any other time and place, such noise would be thought of as subliminally quiet…but right now…it’s like a chorus of creaks, scrapes and groans…a literal haunted house of sleeping vessels.



Tara points to the farthermost boat tied to the dock. It’s a mid-sized boat…big enough to take a happy little unsuspecting family out on the water for a day of fun….if you like that kind of Jawsy, Perfect Storm and every other scary movie with a boat that tips over….kind of fun…



No, sir-ee…not me… You couldn’t get me to get on one of those floating shark happy meals if you paid me…



Tara squeezes my hand.



“ That’s the one we’re taking.” She says excitedly.



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

[LeatherQueen]

Oooh, a boat ride?! Heh... Jungle Tara.



Another wonderful part, me dearie-o. That troll is a genius, I tell you! Pure genius.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Owl]

*Sits at computer, guitar dutifully in hand...*

*reads update... *

Awww! They're going sailing! And Willow's scared! It's so exciting! And once again, I'm absolutely certain I adore you, Chica.

But where are the chords you promised?

Did I not see "Date night Tablature" up there in big bold letters? I wanna be able to play the date night song! I want tabs! lyrics! mp3s! Well, I'm just going to sit here on the deck of this here yacht of wonky wiccan lovin', belting out "orinoco flow" for everything I'm worth until i get all that.. and maybe some sea shanties... something about pirates, sharks, and octopusses to give Willow a good jitter.

Ahem...

*strums* Sail a(f)way, sail a(c)way, sail a(g)way....

What? You thought I was joking or something? bwahahahahaha!

[Grimaldi]

nice update

Oh my god, they killed... oh, nevermind!

I got news for you pal, you ain't leadin' but 2 things right now Jack and shit..and Jack left town

[wiccachica]

Truly Owl I thought you were joking with the Orinoco Flow thing....lol...cute...I'm going to have to play that....



How about something a little thematic?



(C)Some enchanted Date Night..(A7)..........(G7)when you have your true love....(C)When you feel her beck you..(C+).......across a (F)"rocking" (F6)boat.... Then (C)fly to her (dm7)side......(G7)....(dm7)....and (E7)make her your (Am7)own....(C7)...



Once you have got her....NEVER let her go......NEVER let her go.......



(sigh)



Okay...it's not so thematic as it is the only song I can put notes to without my guitar in hand....



O golly....what to do....what to do with the honor the troll has given me....( he told me that I could write the next section...but if I screw it up...I'm fired and he's going to hire some hack named Alan Ball to be his REAL person from now on......)



But there's nor pressure...no indeedy...heh....



any suggestions for me?



-chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

Edited by: wiccachica  at: 6/1/02 9:18:07 am

[LeatherQueen]

Ack! You'll have to write something spectacular... something earth-shattering... something so wonderous and amazing the Troll will never again question your presence. Um... how about... well...



Ok, so the only thing I can come up with is Jungle Tara in a black string bikini. *sigh* Sorry... I truly have a one-track mind sometimes.

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[tkheaven]

Great upadate, Wicca...a boat ride for two? hmm, I know what I would do..

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Tara was similarly riveted, her body on slow burn as Willow's lips parted and her mouth opened, the food slipping inside and being consumed. Never in her life had Tara ever wanted to be a chicken casserole so badly...Later that night..."It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured, before passing out. ~ Answering Darkness by Sassette

[Pixie gishmock]

Wiccachica, I love the swervy nature of this. Since I am now under the thrall of "The Perfect Date Night" I have almost forgotten that the Scoobies are actually trapped in different dimensions, or timelines or something. Tara getting all authoritative on Xander was perfect, and uh, nice tabs! Since I can't think of anything else to say, I'll just repeat something some meshugeneh katshkadik nogoodnik came up with some time back:



Oh chica, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, oh chica!

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

[AutumnT]

I know, the story swerves off in different directions but always eventually comes back to the timeline at hand. It's always a delightfully random trip.

Autumn

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Well, the reindeer part was nice...

[wiccachica]

Ya know me...I'm all about the swerviness in a fic...I believe it keeps people on their toes....



LeatherQueen....Thank you for the suggestion...it is...of course...fabulous....The Black Bikini....hmm...how am I going to fit that in....lemme see...OH...I guess I'll have to just wear mine while I write....( goes to closet)



TkHeaven... Okay....I'm going to say it again...your avatar is as distracting in colour as it is in b/w....I love it... And I think I KNOW what YOU would do trapped on a boat with her...only I'd have to go back and check the rating on this fic to write such things down...bwahahahhaa



Pixie and Autumn...If you knew me in the REAL world...you would realize very quickly that I am VERY much like my fic...I have a 12 track mind that jumps from track to track faster than the Metro (many of the tracks are a little racy...though you could never tell by my PG-13 fics) I find the people around me often asking what I was talking about when I first STARTED the conversation....heh.



Okay...so now that I have a little time before yet another party...I'll try to sit and write something...



-chica

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

[wiccachica]

Okay....so the troll is wondering if he should let me go or scritch me after this one....heh...



Here it is...



Chapter 168: Anyone Who Thinks I’m Getting on that Floating Lunchbox Can Kiss My Aft…



“ By ‘TAKING’ I hope you mean hitching up a big ‘ol truck to the front and lugging it out of the water to some yet undisclosed LAND location…” I say to her…withdrawing my hand from hers before she can pull me any closer to the edge of the pier.



Tara stops to cast me a look of surprise…



I’m sure I’ve told her before…I’m almost…well…sort of …certain….



“ You’re afraid of the water?” She says incredulously…I think it’s incredulity, because frankly, she’s seen me swim a thousand times…we’ve gone to pools…we’ve spent many an hour in a cozy tub together… If I were slimy and disgusting…and wholly evil…I think I could have been a frog in another life.



“ Not of the water….it’s the…” I motion emphatically at the bobbing tomb of death disguised as a boat floating a hundred paces away…



“ BOATS???” Tara says…her eyes flying as wide as she can get them….” You are afraid of boats???”



Okay…maybe I didn’t tell her…maybe that one slipped my mind….



“ Yeah…Horses, Boats, and Frogs….not in that particular order because I run equally fast from all of them…no special privileges for the harbingers of ultra-paralyzing fear…” I say, not realizing I am backing down the pier until my feet sift into sand again.



Tara is still standing in place…looking at me as though suddenly I’ve just told her that I was actually a space alien bent on the destruction of the Earth….or something more boggling….like I got a C minus on my last Statistics test…



“ But we played Love Boat….just last week… I was Julie…your guide…and you were the insatiable Charro….” Tara says numbly …trying to mentally get a grasp on the fact that our plans were going to have to change drastically.



“ Love Boat was a great show…and we weren’t ACTUALLY ON the Princess….We were under the covers…and on the floor…and …well on the vanity….it doesn’t count….” I say…finally stopping a good distance from the pier…



But oh did she make a great Julie in the little white shorts suit….



“ So….so you’re afraid of the BOAT… even if we pretend it’s the Princess…?” Tara asks.



“ Baby…I love you…but not even you in a cute little sailor skirt could get me within missile-launching range of that boat.”



I can see her gears churning as she thinks about this.



“ Not even if I told you I saved up all of my money to rent it for the night?”



Ah…the old guilt tactic…well Lover…guilt does not override mind-numbing fear…



“ I’ll buy you off…with interest.” I say.



“ And…I spent months learning how to….you know…” She makes a driving motion with her hands.



“ Nope…sorry…I really CAN’T get on that boat…” I insist.



Strong….like an Amazon…that’s me.



Tara looks exasperated and defeated.



“ Then this was all a waste?” She says. I indicate the quiet beach.



“ A nice walk on the moonlit sand…a little kissy-necky type action is not such a waste.” I offer with a waggle of my eyebrows.



She turns and walks down the pier to the side of the boat…and steps boldly onto the deck.



“ I’m going for a ride, and YOU are going to come with me.” She says.



Hold on a minute…did I not just offer kissy-necky goodness here on dry land? What did I just miss?



“ Uhm…Honey…still not getting on the boat here…Did we just have a totally non-linear…completely separate… conversation just now?”



“ I bought this THING just for you and THIS boat ride…and if you aren’t going to enjoy it…then I’ll take me…and this horribly uncomfortable suit…and get my Date Night Money’s worth….” Tara says with a defiant lift of her pretty chin.



Okay…what’s all this about a suit…and why is she so worked up about it?? I don’t even see a …..



“ I spent a week an a half picking this thing out and I’m SURE AS HECK not going to wear it anywhere else…”



Tara takes this heated moment of self-conversation to work the buttons off her blouse.



“ I can’t believe I didn’t ask her if she even LIKED me in black…” She says to the night air more than to me.



She peels the blouse off and tosses it down on the deck of the boat with a definitive little dance-like gesture of wanted to stomp on it…but liking the blouse too much for such inappropriate anger…



Oh good Night NURSE in the ever-loving morning…that is the smallest cut bikini top I have EVER seen…



She is working on the buttons her skirt and having a rough time getting them to cooperate in her anger…and though I am still not going to get ON that boat…I can’t stand to see a lady in distress…



I gingerly move closer… hands out…making the unbuttoning motions in front of me even before I reach her.



I must look like one of those Half-tame zoo squirrels that creep up gingerly to a person with a particularly tasty-looking peanut…



I’m a professional, Miss…let me help you get rid of that… Willow the Zoo-squirrel offers.



She looks up from her skirt at me as I reach her, and take over the distressing task of saving her from the perils of skirt-wearage.



I’m still on the dock…leaning way over…not quite willing to give up my land advantage…



She leans in then and…and kisses me… Her braids fall against my face and shoulders…



And for the life of me…I can’t recall what my original mission was or even how those toggle things function…my fingers fumble with the skirt… and then lose the battle all together…



I only know that I need one thing….



To be closer…



To be much….much closer to this woman….



Okay… now…Picture in your mind a great big scale….



Mind-numbing fear on one plate….and all-consuming lust on the other….



We all now what’s heavier in Willow-World…



Boat fear be damned!



Tara pulls me in closer as I step onto the deck so I can get my arms around her.



She kisses me for several more moments before she pulls back and does something wholly odd.



She waves.



She waves to someone over my shoulder.



I turn to look…and I see a pair of headlights turning away in the distance. Xander.



Okay…what kind of kinky thing is going on here…?



“ You want Xander to watch???” I bleat.



When she notices my expression, she smiles.



“ He wanted to wait around to see if you would really get on the boat. He didn’t think I could do it.” She says…kissing me pertly…if not a little smugly.



“ You knew…?” I say wondrously.



“ Xander told me last night…” She says kissing me again…just enough so that I forget my name…and where I am…and who my parents are….



“ And we have ALL night on the old…BOAT thingy…here…?”



“ Well it looks like Xander’s paying now…so we could make it ALL night…and into the day…” She says.



“ You made a bet on me?” I say slowly. She busses sweet kisses on my lips and chin…



“ Yes.” She says…gauging my expression for a moment.



“ Well I hope you made sure to add dinner next week into the mix…I’d hate to think he got off with only one Date Night…” I say.



“ Of course, Sweetie…I learned about The Deviously Innocent Poker Face, from the Best of the Best…..that would be Dawnie...by the way...” Tara says sweetly.



“ Atta girl…” I say. “ Okay…let’s see the rest of this suit…”



“ There’s not much to see…” She says as I work on the skirt buttons.



“ I’m counting on it.”



TBC…

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

[Sassette]

Haven't read it yet, but oh Thank You, Sweet Baby Jesus! I >so< needed an update from you today, wiccachica, dear *G*



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[wiccachica]

Well then I'm thinkin I deserve a little lap sittage, here...I worked HARD on this one....



Okay...A LOT of lap sittage.



hee.

" I mock you with my Monkey Pants!" - OZ


" You're NOT the source of me" - Buffy


" If you imps are lookin for a fight, then ya come to the Chapel Oblige-ya!!" - Legend

[Sassette]

*leaps into wiccachica's lap*



Oh, the troll should scritch you, love you, buy you expensive things, give you a raise, and chain you to your computer so you can't do anything but write more of this truly hilarious fic. *G* That was seriously awesome *G*



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[Sassette]

Tara is wearing the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-oh-my-heck-she's-so-hot-bikini and you're looking at her poker face? Aimee, sweetie ... we gotta' talk ...



-Sass

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I Think The Hellmouth Tastes Like Chicken -- Autumn

[Owl]

Aw! Yay!

I was just about to strum my freshly-tuned guitar and sing you a despairing song about how I couldn't think of anything to suggest, and .. and... how I was all looking forward to this next update... with the bikini... and the boating, when *poof!* there's the update!

... and what an update it is! Your Tara is Sooo devious! who knew?

Yay, chica!



by the way.... the enya thing? I cheated and peeked on olga.

[Pixie gishmock]

Oh my! As Sass said, "Tara is wearing the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-oh-my-heck-she's-so-hot-bikini" what a great way to describe it! Chica, I love Tara making a bet with Xander!!!!! And, please, will we get to see the rest of the perfect date night?



*Pixie scritches wiccachica and the troll, tosses some panties over, and settles herself in the crows nest of the boat so as to...uh...just keep an eye out....for...uh...swimming vampires! notices that no one is really buying this.* Well, hell, wouldn't you want a good view?!?!?!

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette

[AutumnT]

Quote:

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She peels the blouse off and tosses it down on the deck of the boat with a definitive little dance-like gesture of wanted to stomp on it…but liking the blouse too much for such inappropriate anger…

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snort.



Ah Chica, your weirdness never fails to make me laugh. May your troll never leave you.

Autumn

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Well, the reindeer part was nice...

[LeatherQueen]

Ok, can I just take a moment out of time to just say that I will worship the hands that typed this update, for it gave us Tara In A Tiny Black Bikini. *shiver* Ok, I seriously think I need a very cold shower after that mental image.



God... This part had me just rolling in laughter. From the Tara and Willow playing Julie and Charro from Love Boat, to Willow the Zoo-squirrel.



*sigh* And may you be scritched in all kinds of nice and naughty places for The Bikini Part. Whoooooo.....

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"But when they're playing your song on the jukebox in Hell, you might as well dance." - K. Simpson


"Futile... like a FOX, baby!" - Tara in The Late Shift by wiccachica

[Owl]

Pixie... tsk. Meine zisse, zisse, zisse ziskeit! I can't believe you built a crow's nest to go spying in! And, why, you may be asking yourself, do I suspect that you built it?

Well, because... The boat described by our mighty fine writer, wiccachica, seems like a yacht. A small yacht. Like, fourteen feet or so... (Because Tara would need to hire a whole crew in order to pilot a boat much larger than that.) I want you to get on the T, and take it to the harbor. There, you will see yachts. Now, first, tell me... do those yachts have crow's nests? No, right? Now... Get on one of those yachts, strip down to your little black bikini, and sail away, singing thematically appropriate songs. Now, I want you to come and pick up all us woncubines, where we shall join you in our little black bikinis and sail off to sunny California, where we shall all entertain wiccachica with serenades and dancing. Hopefully, this will help her to be very productive and happy.



Am I right, chica?

Edited by: Owl at: 6/3/02 12:21:15 am

[Pixie gishmock]

What?! You think I built this?? No way! This crow's nest was....uh....already here! This boat is...uh...a one of a kind model. Crow's nest already assembled. *Pixie kicks the hammer, nails, and extra lumber overboard*



*reading the rest of Owl's post* Oy, what a dilemma. To stay here, with the excellent view , or go pick up all the bikini-clad woncubines . Ooooh!!! I know!!



*Pixie sneaks back several pages in the thread, grabs the amulet, and concentrates hard. There is a flash of light, and suddenly, there are....in the crow's nest... two Pixie's!!! One settles back again comfortable in the crow's nest, nightvision goggles in hand. The other creeps back in the thread to return the amulet. She then dashes over to Boston Harbor and haggles shrewdly for a boat. She boards, strips down to her own little black bikini, and heads out, singing* Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with meeeeee!

Life is full of changes...The better you are at letting go of things, the freer your hands will be to catch something new. ~from Off The Map by Joan Ackerman
"It's good to be a chicken casserole," Tara murmured before passing out. ~from "Answering Darkness" by Sassette