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While Sookie wasn't precisely the sort who believed that perfect attendance was necessary in order to do well in school, careful coaching from gran had taught her to respect those who took the time out of their day to impart their knowledge, especially when teachers seemed to get a lot less of a dollar value for the amount of effort that they put in. Combined with the fact that her teacher was one Buffy Summers, and Sookie had managed to make every effort to attend the biweekly martial arts courses, scheduling her shifts at the Winchester around them, always begging off a day early if she was somehow ill. But that week, she had missed the Wednesday lesson. No prior notice. No rushed explanation on the day after, no knocking on Buffy's door, none of that.
Because, quite simply, she'd forgotten. Spitting out pseudo-curses, Sookie quickly rustled through the clothes box, finding a pale yellow and pink striped jumpsuit, relatively innocuous until she realized the 'KISS ME' splayed over her behind in white block letters. Groaning, Sookie rushed off to the classroom regardless, tying her hair up in a high ponytail as she went, scampering up flights of stairs and hoping that she was early enough to catch Buffy before all the other students filed in. Once she arrived at the door, however, she wondered how exactly she was going to explain.
My boyfriend and I were unexpectedly busy?
Getting ass takes precedence over kicking ass?
Mitchell and I were having dance lessons?
Slapping both of her cheeks, Sookie decided just to wing it, pushing through the door and predictably finding Buffy there, laying out the materials that they would be working with that day. "Hey," Sookie greeted, expression slightly hesitant. "Need a hand?"
Because, quite simply, she'd forgotten. Spitting out pseudo-curses, Sookie quickly rustled through the clothes box, finding a pale yellow and pink striped jumpsuit, relatively innocuous until she realized the 'KISS ME' splayed over her behind in white block letters. Groaning, Sookie rushed off to the classroom regardless, tying her hair up in a high ponytail as she went, scampering up flights of stairs and hoping that she was early enough to catch Buffy before all the other students filed in. Once she arrived at the door, however, she wondered how exactly she was going to explain.
My boyfriend and I were unexpectedly busy?
Getting ass takes precedence over kicking ass?
Mitchell and I were having dance lessons?
Slapping both of her cheeks, Sookie decided just to wing it, pushing through the door and predictably finding Buffy there, laying out the materials that they would be working with that day. "Hey," Sookie greeted, expression slightly hesitant. "Need a hand?"