Date: 2010-03-10 05:44 am (UTC)
Amy automatically jerked away from him as he invaded her space, and nearly fell off the stool. As he moved onto Song, she made up her mind. One incubus flambé, coming up. She held up a hand to snap her fingers-

And instead was completely startled off the stool as a half-asleep Ari (or possibly half-dead, she wasn't sure), came barging in, wailing about...tea.

"Damn it!" Scrambling to her feet, Amy righted the stool and resumed her perch on it, trying to act like she hadn't just fallen off like a complete dork.
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