Bathroom Potential Blues
Jan. 23rd, 2003 09:10 pmOpening snippet. Probably too wordy, but that can be cut down in later drafts. I know the SITs are considerably less than everyone's favorite characters, but some humor is always a good thing.
There were some situations in life—some slapstick amalgamations of the sort of events one wouldn’t normally expect to see on the same plate—that were simply a Bad Bad Bad Thing, by whomever and however it was experienced. ‘Mexican standoffs’ are a great example of this occurrence, and the state of affairs in Buffy Summers’ house at not entirely unlike the old western cliché.
As is typical with Mexican standoffs, this mess—or rather, this potential for more mess than was already present in the Slayer’s daily life—was entirely of the participants’ own making. When logically considering it, a person of sound mind would be highly disinclined to put three twenty-one-year-old women (all formerly evil at some point, one still potentially so), five surly, homesick teenage girls, two young men (one annoying enough to count for three), and a vampire of questionable mental health in the a meager three-bedroom house for an indefinite period. The powers that be certainly did not declare in cloud-sized fiery letters in the sky that everyone and their cousin be put up at the Summers home. Nevertheless, professional demon slaying and a teacher’s salary isn’t conducive to extended rentals of hotel rooms. Sometimes one has to suck it up and sacrifices must be made. Sacrifices like personal privacy, ability to concentrate, a steady six hours of sleep, silence, respect for gender differences, courtesy, and—by far the most appalling—decent bathroom privileges.
As Chloe Elisa Farros saw it, this was hell and she obviously should have tried harder to pass Biology. And possibly eaten more green foodstuffs as a child. And she most definitely should not have mentioned aloud to her watcher last month that her new life was lonely and friendless and dull as bricks. Never in her entire memory had Chloe ever wanted so badly for five minutes of solitary quiet.
There were some situations in life—some slapstick amalgamations of the sort of events one wouldn’t normally expect to see on the same plate—that were simply a Bad Bad Bad Thing, by whomever and however it was experienced. ‘Mexican standoffs’ are a great example of this occurrence, and the state of affairs in Buffy Summers’ house at not entirely unlike the old western cliché.
As is typical with Mexican standoffs, this mess—or rather, this potential for more mess than was already present in the Slayer’s daily life—was entirely of the participants’ own making. When logically considering it, a person of sound mind would be highly disinclined to put three twenty-one-year-old women (all formerly evil at some point, one still potentially so), five surly, homesick teenage girls, two young men (one annoying enough to count for three), and a vampire of questionable mental health in the a meager three-bedroom house for an indefinite period. The powers that be certainly did not declare in cloud-sized fiery letters in the sky that everyone and their cousin be put up at the Summers home. Nevertheless, professional demon slaying and a teacher’s salary isn’t conducive to extended rentals of hotel rooms. Sometimes one has to suck it up and sacrifices must be made. Sacrifices like personal privacy, ability to concentrate, a steady six hours of sleep, silence, respect for gender differences, courtesy, and—by far the most appalling—decent bathroom privileges.
As Chloe Elisa Farros saw it, this was hell and she obviously should have tried harder to pass Biology. And possibly eaten more green foodstuffs as a child. And she most definitely should not have mentioned aloud to her watcher last month that her new life was lonely and friendless and dull as bricks. Never in her entire memory had Chloe ever wanted so badly for five minutes of solitary quiet.
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Date: 2003-01-23 11:17 pm (UTC)