23. For Selene

Showdown.

She wrinkled her nose prettily in a derisive sneer and allowed her gaze to travel slowly down, and then back up the leggy brunette before her; taking in the open, friendly smile and large sparkling eyes. The woman was OBVIOUSLY an idiot; I mean how else could you explain her serious lack of taste?  

She offered one perfectly manicured hand, “Cordelia Chase.” She introduced herself. 

“Yes, we’ve met.”  

“We have?” Cordy queried, as she attempted to recall the girl before her.  

“Yes. And so you know Xander is giving me orgasms now, so you can just stay away from him.”