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(Unfortunately) They're not mine, although I wish they were.
Spoilers: Early / General Season 6 – Giles hasn't left yet, Willow and Tara are still together, Buffy and Spike are kind of "involved"
Summary: Basically, this is what you get when yet another spell goes wrong and spike and somebody get very wasted on Absinthe (a green liquor that's illegal in most countries). A little wacky at times, but hopefully fun. Some characters of Angel included. (although Connor doesn't exist)
Author's note: This was definitely one of those stories that got started late at night. The opening little "song" (Hoppini Skippini…) is a little bit of insanity borrowed from the play, "The Foreigner." It's mostly nonsense, and gets explained later on. Oh, yeah – Review if you want more. ;)
"Hoppini Skippini, hoppini skippini
Grozny, grozny, grozny
hoppini skippini, hoppini skippini
grozny, grozny, grozny
hoppini skippini
grozny, grozny,
hoppini skippini –"
"Aaahhh! Spike! Wh…what are you doing? What's that…that bunny thing?" Anya frightenedly cried, her fingers mimicking Spike's 'hoppini skippini' actions.
"What? Oh, this…this is just me lil' story here about a cute little slayer that goes hopping through the graveyard – see, hoppini skippini, hoppini skippini – and the Big Bad vampire that comes out chase her – grozny, grozny, grozny. Nothing to worry yourself about."
"Oh, that's alright then. It just looked like that horrid little bunny fufu to me."
"Now, demon girl, do I look like the kind of nasty that would sing scary children's songs about bunnies," Spike asked, giving Anya his best sad little puppy dog face with a little pout for dramatic effect.
"No, of course not. Very well, then. Spike, you may go back to telling your story. Dawn, listen well, Spike is your elder," she said as she closed the door to Dawn's bedroom.
"Way to handle Anya there, Spike," Dawn said as soon as she was sure Anya was gone.
"No need to have gotten worried, platelet. Old Spikey's got it all under control… 'On top of Old Spikey, all covered with dust, I found our dear slayer-'"
"EWWW! SPIKE! I so do not need to hear that. Can we say too much information? Just go back to the story Spike."
"Ok, ok, niblet… sheesh, don't get your knickers into a twist. Oh, so what do you think for the toes – bubblegum bonanza or sultry vixen?"
"Definitely bubblegum bonanza, Spike. It's so you!" Dawn responded, not believing that the Big Bad himself was sitting on her bedroom floor wearing one of Willow's flowy skirts and letting her paint his toenails.
"You sure about that, lil' bit? I thought I was more of the vixen type."
"No, no.. definitely bubblegum bonanza – it goes better with your eyes."
"Well, I leave myself in your capable hands."
"Hey Spike," Dawn cajoled, trying to see just how much she could get out of the Master Vampire, "what do you say I make your hair look pretty and do your makeup as well."
"Well, ok, but, but only if Spikey here gets to play with Mr. Gordo."
"Umm, I don't know if Buffy will like that…"
"Please, pretty please… with hot cocoa and marshmallows on top? Spikey be good and let Dawnie do his hair and make Spikey look all pretty," Spike pleaded, pouting his lip and looking like he was about to cry.
"Oh, ok," Dawn responded, not being able to resist the vampire, "but no getting nail polish on Mr. Gordo, got that?"
"No makeup on Mr. Gordo. Spikey keep Mr. Gordo away from makeup."
"That's a good vampire, Spikey. Just stay right here and don't mess up the nail polish while I go and get Mr. Gordo," she said as she quickly slipped out of her room and into Buffy's to get the little stuffed pig.
Spoilers: Early / General Season 6 – Giles hasn't left yet, Willow and Tara are still together, Buffy and Spike are kind of "involved"
Summary: Basically, this is what you get when yet another spell goes wrong and spike and somebody get very wasted on Absinthe (a green liquor that's illegal in most countries). A little wacky at times, but hopefully fun. Some characters of Angel included. (although Connor doesn't exist)
Author's note: This was definitely one of those stories that got started late at night. The opening little "song" (Hoppini Skippini…) is a little bit of insanity borrowed from the play, "The Foreigner." It's mostly nonsense, and gets explained later on. Oh, yeah – Review if you want more. ;)
"Hoppini Skippini, hoppini skippini
Grozny, grozny, grozny
hoppini skippini, hoppini skippini
grozny, grozny, grozny
hoppini skippini
grozny, grozny,
hoppini skippini –"
"Aaahhh! Spike! Wh…what are you doing? What's that…that bunny thing?" Anya frightenedly cried, her fingers mimicking Spike's 'hoppini skippini' actions.
"What? Oh, this…this is just me lil' story here about a cute little slayer that goes hopping through the graveyard – see, hoppini skippini, hoppini skippini – and the Big Bad vampire that comes out chase her – grozny, grozny, grozny. Nothing to worry yourself about."
"Oh, that's alright then. It just looked like that horrid little bunny fufu to me."
"Now, demon girl, do I look like the kind of nasty that would sing scary children's songs about bunnies," Spike asked, giving Anya his best sad little puppy dog face with a little pout for dramatic effect.
"No, of course not. Very well, then. Spike, you may go back to telling your story. Dawn, listen well, Spike is your elder," she said as she closed the door to Dawn's bedroom.
"Way to handle Anya there, Spike," Dawn said as soon as she was sure Anya was gone.
"No need to have gotten worried, platelet. Old Spikey's got it all under control… 'On top of Old Spikey, all covered with dust, I found our dear slayer-'"
"EWWW! SPIKE! I so do not need to hear that. Can we say too much information? Just go back to the story Spike."
"Ok, ok, niblet… sheesh, don't get your knickers into a twist. Oh, so what do you think for the toes – bubblegum bonanza or sultry vixen?"
"Definitely bubblegum bonanza, Spike. It's so you!" Dawn responded, not believing that the Big Bad himself was sitting on her bedroom floor wearing one of Willow's flowy skirts and letting her paint his toenails.
"You sure about that, lil' bit? I thought I was more of the vixen type."
"No, no.. definitely bubblegum bonanza – it goes better with your eyes."
"Well, I leave myself in your capable hands."
"Hey Spike," Dawn cajoled, trying to see just how much she could get out of the Master Vampire, "what do you say I make your hair look pretty and do your makeup as well."
"Well, ok, but, but only if Spikey here gets to play with Mr. Gordo."
"Umm, I don't know if Buffy will like that…"
"Please, pretty please… with hot cocoa and marshmallows on top? Spikey be good and let Dawnie do his hair and make Spikey look all pretty," Spike pleaded, pouting his lip and looking like he was about to cry.
"Oh, ok," Dawn responded, not being able to resist the vampire, "but no getting nail polish on Mr. Gordo, got that?"
"No makeup on Mr. Gordo. Spikey keep Mr. Gordo away from makeup."
"That's a good vampire, Spikey. Just stay right here and don't mess up the nail polish while I go and get Mr. Gordo," she said as she quickly slipped out of her room and into Buffy's to get the little stuffed pig.
