[ yeah, buffy is too fucking drugged out for this shit. she doesn’t even know it’s not the same limo, she’s just rolling around in discomfort and headache and she tries to raise her hands to her head as she comes to but tugs on—
handcuffs. she groans and drops her hands, opening her eyes with sudden, unhappy alertness to spot a face she wishes she didn’t recognize. is now a good time to scream? she wants to be the kind of girly girl who would scream. too bad she has too much pride for that. instead, she shoves her shoulder against rafael to try and wake him up while she takes note that des, on her other side, is already awake. she turns to look at him, successfully diverting her attention from anderson which … helps her blood pressure a little. ]
Des. Des, look at me. [ she stomps her foot on his to get his attention, teeth gritted. GET IT TOGETHER, MAN. ]
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handcuffs. she groans and drops her hands, opening her eyes with sudden, unhappy alertness to spot a face she wishes she didn’t recognize. is now a good time to scream? she wants to be the kind of girly girl who would scream. too bad she has too much pride for that. instead, she shoves her shoulder against rafael to try and wake him up while she takes note that des, on her other side, is already awake. she turns to look at him, successfully diverting her attention from anderson which … helps her blood pressure a little. ]
Des. Des, look at me. [ she stomps her foot on his to get his attention, teeth gritted. GET IT TOGETHER, MAN. ]