Story: What If, Book 1 (Ch 5 of ?)

So, here's the new stuff, and only a day late.  That's gotta be a record for me; usually if I'm late, I'm LATE.  Enjoy, and let me know what you think.  

Also, I'm going to post the Prologue here, because it's 1) written, 2) funny, even if I do say so myself.  You don't need to read it to understand this one, so if you're reading this don't freak, you didn't miss anything.   But, for those of you reading FAA, there are some spoilers.  Not plot-crippling ones, but if you don't want to find out who Angel and Giles end up with, or how Willow's relationship with Merry develops, skip it.

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Story: What If Books: Prologue (1 of 1)

So, here's the prologue, hope you enjoy.  And remember, due to the time-setting, there are heavy FAA-verse spoilers here.

A/N: This is a new series I am working on, which is a spin-off from a series I've already started. Confused? Me, too. This story takes place in the FAA-verse, several years after that story, and it's sequel. You'll see when the timelines match up. The rest of the series will be made up of rather disconnected AU stories, most going back to BtVS Series cannon. I will also reference other fanfic, with the permission of the author. Hope you enjoy!

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Is Friday

Other than writing, and on-again off-again hunt for white shoes, nothing much is going on.  Will be heading to Georgetown after work tonight; I forgot my Debit card at a bar last night, and I can look for shoes along the way.

I'm supposed to be going out with one of the roomies Saturday; we'll see how that goes.  It's always interesting to take people to new places.  I think I need to find a new place to dance on Saturdays, though.  The old favorite place is losing its glow.

Speaking of clubs: (You can skip this rant, if you like) We have Summer dress down Fridays.  Our dress code is very conservative, and there are specific jeans-day rules.  Several people are in violation of the dress code today, including the office manager.  I so want to take pictures and report their asses to the managing partner on his vacation.  Because, you know if I did it I'd be on the mat by now. I have no problems with girls dressing a little slutty to go out to clubs; that's perfectly normal and acceptable, if not always in the best taste.  But WHAT made you think it was a good idea to wear the jeans that show your ass crack and your tramp stamp to the office, especially with a sparkly top that's at least 1 size too small?  If you're trying to sleep with one of the lawyers, that's NOT the way to go about it.  Save the club clothes for the club. (/rant)

I'm so glad the week is over.  I thought about creating a new Friday song, but I just don't think i have it in me today.  I haven't been sleeping very well, so my brain is pretty much fried; I can write, and that's really about it.

Speaking of, I thought Chapter 13 of FAA was finished; come to find out it's not.  I went to work on it, and next thing I knew I was writing again.  Stupid characters.  Oh well, better a chapter that ends in the right place, I guess.