PS I need a Beta if anyone's open.
There was something to be said about a woman who could balance work and love, and that word was traitor. It was inhumane, no just plain wrong that someone could deal with work and love and vampires and be happy, she was proof of that, hell her and Buffy must've been kindred spirits.
"I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm going to turn out to be. I make it through this and the next thing and the next thing and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m...or... enjoy warm... delicious cookie-me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done."
It sounded funny, but she was right, she was cookie dough so maybe she should stop catering to the whole ex love affairs and just…bake? She laughed at herself, this wasn't the moment to be alone, and not when so much was going wrong in her life, thanks to her wondrous bakers. There hadn't been many; first Bill, that previously forgotten stint with Eric, Quinn and well…okay so she wasn't that experienced, but three supes should equal ten humans.
She looked around her current surroundings; Bill was never one on change. Staying at Eric's had been the plan but then Bill hand insisted and then Eric had insisted, and then Sam had insisted, so she stayed at Bill's, where Eric spent most of the night when he wasn't busy being the Adonis of Fangtasia, of course. So as usual nothing had changed except for the TV, because she couldn't just sit, that would mean she would just eat and think, and that was never a good combination. Merlotte's had gotten slow over the past few weeks and her days off were slowly expanding, she had a Friday night off. Though it was still midday, she could already feel that the night was only going to be twice as long. She hummed to herself as she turned her attention back to the TV, stupid vampires.