Drabble: Slayerfest 2048

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Title: Slayerfest 2048
Length: OMG I DID IT! 100 words.
Rating: OMG I DID IT! G!
Prompt: for femmenerd. Buffy and Faith, affection and snark.
A/N: 45 years post S7. This probably won't make sense unless you keep those shared Slayer dreams in mind.


Slayerfest 2048

"Who's gonna look after them?" Buffy'll ask, looking over the ladies in training.

"Jumpin' ahead, B. Let's be carefree."

Sagging, still blond to bleach the gray, Buffy'll say, "We're sixty-whatsit?-genarians."

"Sexa-. Speaking of sexay, they've got more to learn."

"'Bout Slayage in mini-skirts. But I can't teach that with those veins on my thighs." Buffy will flex her fist, watching Slayers in waiting. "It's their turn, now. You and I," she'll recall, "we've made our beds."

"Yeah," Faith'll agree. "End of the road. But you died, and how many years've passed? Little Miss Muffet can still kick that spider's ass."

Comments

[dlgood.livejournal.com]

See, I knew it was a twist when you had Buffy sagging. Because old Buffy would still be doing cardio and jassercise and would be too skinny instead of saggy.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Erm. No matter how much exercise you do, some things still sag when you get older. Nothing stops the thickening of the collagen, and breasts, no matter how small, are just blobs of fat with some ducts and lymph nodes in them.

So, really, not sure there was a twist in there.

[dlgood.livejournal.com]

Ah. So I totally outsmarted myself. Or outstupided. I'm not sure which.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Heh. Or, possibly, you outsmarted me, and thought me more clever than I really am.