Giles
It had taken Rupert Giles about a week to get up the nerve to ask Priscilla out on a date. They were both rather old-fashioned, and believed in actualy courtship as opposed to the one-night stands that Priss's siblings so often had. So, that night, Giles was taking Priss out on the town. Dinner and dancing. He put on his nice jacket, which was NOT tweed, and stood at the bottom of the steps.
"Are you ready, Priss?"
Priss
"Verily, Giles." Priss smiled shyly as she stood at the top of the steps, hair loose and brushed to a silky sheen. She wore a long simple slip of a dress, white as usual, and high heeled white strapped sandals. A single strand of silver supporting a solitary diamond hung down from her neck. She put one hand on the stair rail and stepped hesitantly down towards him.
Giles
Smiling, Giles took her hand and kissed it. "You look simply ravishing, my dear. You do like steak, I hope? I made us reservations at a very nice steak house in the city."
Priss
"Sounds delightful. Thou looks very handsome tonight thyself, Rupert." She tucked a straying tendril of hair back behind her ear. It looked human tonight, Priss having cast a glamour to sheild herself from any enquiry. "Unlike my sibs, I prefer my food cooked. Apparently Nyx was quite ill behaved while she was in Sunnydale."
Giles
Rupert offered his arm to Priss, and when she took it, they walked out to the car.
"Oh, Buffy was quite appaled at your sister eating live mice," Giles said, his throat constricting. Buffy was the closest thing to a daughter he evcer had, and he still felt the loss deeply.
Priss
Priss laughed lightly as she thought about her sister. "She was annoyed at Buffy, but I know thee cared for her." She patted his arm. "She hast finally earned her rest, do not begrudge her that. She died as she would have wished to, as she had lived." She took Giles's face behind her hands and looked into his eyes deeply. "Do not blame thyself. All must end, sometime."
Giles
"I suppose all Watchers blame themselves some when their Slayer dies. But after last time, I am happy for her. She deserves to be in Heaven, with her mother and Tara." Giles said, smiling. "Anyways, onto the important things, what do you think of my new car?" he said, teasing.
Priss
"Is it...safe?" Priss looked at the car, a bit wide-eyed and skittish. "Truth be told, I much prefer horses. These things..." She touched the gleaming silver car, and then her hand leapt back as if scalded. "They're noisy. And stupid. But it looks nice..."
Giles
"Well, my dear, this Mustang is just as safe as any wild horse. Honestly, it's safer. I am a very good driver, and t his horse will never throw you," Giles said, smiling, as he held the door out for her.
Priss
Priss ducked her head and smiled as she got into the car. "There is that to be said for them. What's worse are those computers! Sabre and his can not be parted, but they are truly the most strange thing humans have ever invented. Incidently, thou knowest the computer company, AOL? Do not use it. It's a demon owned corporation, much like that law firm in Los Angeles, Wolfram and Hart."
Giles
Giles shuddered. "That does not surprise me. I do not like computers at all, myself. I don't trust them. The learnong of knowledge should be tangible. It should involve scent. Computers have no smell, I do not like them, at all. Infernal contraptions!" he cursed as he drove towards the restaurant.
Priss
"Well, what did thee expect? Never trust something if thou canst not see what it recieves out of the situation, especially if as I suspect, computers are gaining intelligence." They arrived at the resteraunt and got out of the car. "I think Bill Gates sold his soul for Microsoft."