[ valentine's night. god...but if this were home? really home -- like, sunnydale levels of home? tonight would be a bronze night. strappy heels and the scooby-circle-of-dancing-inclusion-and-safety at the bronze. who needs a date when you have friends?

a dress in a decadent colour of green hangs from her closet door -- woefully unworn. ]

This place could seriously use a party. Dance, singles mixer, anything. Whatever. [ a quiet antagonism sticks to her voice. ] Or maybe I just need a seriously good fight. Parties, fights. They're mostly the same thing, anyway. When it comes down to it...

[ she trails off. stupid valentine's and her stupid habit of always being single for it. ]

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