It was probably really stupid, since they were just going for a walk, most likely to the park as Searchlight was in the middle of scenic nowhere, but she wanted to look pretty. Mainly because according to Hank, she'd very much resembled a dead fish for the last week. As if things hadn't sucked enough with the dreaming and the brain hijacking, she'd also looked like hell. Yay.
So she prettied up. She put on cute capris and a pretty sparkly top
and fussed with her hair until it was frizz free and shiny. She put on a little makeup to give her features some color, since for some reason that pastiness was trying to hang around. She seriously considered sneaking down to the kitchen and snagging a shot or two of the brandy Denny kept stuck back (alcohol induced rosy cheeks were better than pastiness any day of the week), but eventually decided against it. Alcohol might make her sleepy. Sleep was the enemy
for at least another week.
"Terry, Spike, anyone else that cares!!" she called as she hopped past the library, still trying to put on her shoes and retrieve a stake while tucking her cell phone into her pocket and oh yeah, walking. "Going out, be back later, have cell in case the world tries to end and all that, and PS, someone borrowed my turquoise slides while I was gone and unless I get them back the punishment is death
if I find out who it was!"
"Nobody touched your sodding shoes, pet
I tell you!" she yelled back, at least half-teasing, sifted through a backpack full of stakes that stayed parked next to the kitchen door until she found one of the 'good ones.' She might be off active duty for a bit, but really, what kind of idiot vampire slayer left home without a stake? Now where was that boyfriend of her's...