January 24th, 2005

tank girl


ConversionDawn crept across the room and quietly exchanged the disc in the stereo. She turned to leave, squeaking in surprise to see Spike leaning against the wall.

"Up to no good?" Spike raised an eyebrow in question.

Dawn grinned widely and shook her head, happy that it wasn't Buffy who sprung her. "Performing a public service." She snapped Buffy's favourite workout CD in half.

Spike pocketed the broken disc for later disposal. "She won't be pleased."

"Everyone's sick of the mindless, repetitive doof she cranks up full bore, I volunteered to change it."

"Britney Spears?"

"The Ramones."

"That's my girl."

open_on_sundaychallenge #96: sound