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Buffy/The Wire crossover part 2
(sort of a prequel, for all I've got better things to do)
Maybe Faith might not have ducked into that particular Baltimore bar on that particular night if the whole of Charm City hadn’t been gripped by an unseasonable cold front. Indeed, the bar, real-Irish enough to be frequented by local law-enforcement, might not have been as hopping as it was without that burst of chill from Canada.
“Whatever happened to global warming, Bunk?” a voice at the next table asked.”If it’s really happening, why is tonight so fucking cold?” It sounded like a deeper question. No way Bunk was touching that, partner or no partner.
The black detective kept his eyes on the diminishing numbers of pretzels in their shared bowl and wondered if his and Nadine’s resolution to get healthy in the New Year would keep him from another beer and a burger before the kitchen closed. He drained his mug, and decided that it should. Damn it. The food wasn’t even that good in this place, but there was something comforting about it after a long shift. Maybe the grease would help him keep his soul together. Still, he didn’t like to break a promise. Much.
Feeling vaguely cheated of fat and grease didn’t help his patience, though.
Bunk grunted. “Too late in the day, Jimmy, don’t even start. Get some fries or something.”
Existential crisis(or science lesson) momentarily averted, McNulty grinned. “Given up on living longer already? Would it make a difference if I came in and…consoled Nadine after you were gone?”
“You’d never last. She’d try to civilize you. Have you been that lonely since Elena put you out?”
There was a silence, but in the next few minutes, Jimmy got another drink and put in an order for Bunk’s desired burger. Which might have put Bunk into a state almost like yearning or lust, except Jimmy would probably do something disgusting, like slather mayonnaise all over it.(just as well, it made Bunk feel sad and old to look at ground beef like he used to look at women.)
Jimmy caught sight of Faith, a young brunette dressed all in black at the bar. Despite the black, she didn’t look somber. She laughed as though any place she was was where the party could start.
“I’ll bet she could drown my sorrows,” McNulty said.
Bunk looked around. Didn’t see anybody special, except a woman he never called, and that new Butterface from Fingerprints…cute shape on her, though. Even though Bunk stumbled on the path to reform, he stayed on it enough not to be tempted, he noted with gratitude.
“Who? Little Miss Fake ID on the stool? Jimmy, she’s twelve.”
Maybe Faith might not have ducked into that particular Baltimore bar on that particular night if the whole of Charm City hadn’t been gripped by an unseasonable cold front. Indeed, the bar, real-Irish enough to be frequented by local law-enforcement, might not have been as hopping as it was without that burst of chill from Canada.
“Whatever happened to global warming, Bunk?” a voice at the next table asked.”If it’s really happening, why is tonight so fucking cold?” It sounded like a deeper question. No way Bunk was touching that, partner or no partner.
The black detective kept his eyes on the diminishing numbers of pretzels in their shared bowl and wondered if his and Nadine’s resolution to get healthy in the New Year would keep him from another beer and a burger before the kitchen closed. He drained his mug, and decided that it should. Damn it. The food wasn’t even that good in this place, but there was something comforting about it after a long shift. Maybe the grease would help him keep his soul together. Still, he didn’t like to break a promise. Much.
Feeling vaguely cheated of fat and grease didn’t help his patience, though.
Bunk grunted. “Too late in the day, Jimmy, don’t even start. Get some fries or something.”
Existential crisis(or science lesson) momentarily averted, McNulty grinned. “Given up on living longer already? Would it make a difference if I came in and…consoled Nadine after you were gone?”
“You’d never last. She’d try to civilize you. Have you been that lonely since Elena put you out?”
There was a silence, but in the next few minutes, Jimmy got another drink and put in an order for Bunk’s desired burger. Which might have put Bunk into a state almost like yearning or lust, except Jimmy would probably do something disgusting, like slather mayonnaise all over it.(just as well, it made Bunk feel sad and old to look at ground beef like he used to look at women.)
Jimmy caught sight of Faith, a young brunette dressed all in black at the bar. Despite the black, she didn’t look somber. She laughed as though any place she was was where the party could start.
“I’ll bet she could drown my sorrows,” McNulty said.
Bunk looked around. Didn’t see anybody special, except a woman he never called, and that new Butterface from Fingerprints…cute shape on her, though. Even though Bunk stumbled on the path to reform, he stayed on it enough not to be tempted, he noted with gratitude.
“Who? Little Miss Fake ID on the stool? Jimmy, she’s twelve.”