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Buffy rattled her drawer one more time, as if the little offendant had decided to sneak into some hidden pocket of space at the back. "Will! Having a emergency here!"
Willow didn't even look up from her book. "You sound actually panicked - must be date night," she mumbled. "Misplaced key piece of make-up emergency or clean and pretty underwear emergency?"
Ah. The joys of having a best friend for roommate. There were no secrets. "Lipstick. The red shiny one."
"You have noticed it's fresh-blood colored." Willow gave a small shudder. "Isn't Angel past that stuff?"
Buffy shrugged. "He doesn't complain."