The Bet
Summary: How some of the events in The Rocky Horror Buffy Show come to be.
"That wasn't fair," Buffy complained, holding her abused stomache.
"Sure it was," Xander retorted, as Willow giggled. "You agreed to an eating contest. I even let you choose your poison. Therefore, it is not my fault that you ate too much and got violently ill."
"But anchovy and pineapple pizza?!" Buffy tried to sound outraged, but merely sounded ill. She controlled another wave of nausea.
"Hey, you had sausage."
"But you had that- that-" She spluttered, unable to find a fitting description.
"Yes?" Xander prodded, grinning.
"Xander, that is a crime against pizza. It's cruel and unusual punishment. It's-"
"-not my fault you can't handle creativity," he finished. Willow laughed outright, ignoring Buffy's violated expression. Buffy turned away from the witch, deciding she wasn't going to get any backup, and turned back on her other friend.
"Creativity! You just got that to make me nauseous!"
Xander held up his hands defensively. "Hey, all's fair in love, war, and eating contests that will result in your friend's embarrassment."
Willow finally managed to stop laughing long enough to speak. "He's right, Buffy. It's just good tactics to find your opponent's weakness and exploit them."
"Willow, shut up, Buffy instructed. "You probably had something to do with this, didn't you?"
"…" Willow suddenly became entranced by a passing cloud.
"Uh huh." Buffy sighed in defeat. "Alright, so you won, even if you were a sneaky no good- something or other foul. When does this penalty show up?"
Xander and Willow exchanged a triumphant look.
"What are you doing Saturday night?"
Sorry this is so short, but I like it anyway so plbbbbt. If anyone wants to write something better, feel free, just let me see it.