AN: A little lighthearted ficlet inspired by a Chat room conversation with some of the lovlies from EF. Thanks Nikki and Tigress for the fun inspiration. Part 2 is coming soon!

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, they belong to Joss and anyone else who can take credit. I just like to play with them!

Enjoy!

Kat

"Pussy Cat! Lighten up! It's just gonna be a couple locals and a guy I owe a favor. You don't even have to talk to them, just sit, drink and listen to their auditions. For me?" The green demon shoots me an over the top smile. Bloody hell, it's too early for this.

There'd better be something good in this for me," I shrug Lorne's hand off my shoulder and throw back the last of the whiskey in my glass.

My table is set up in the corner. I saunter over and drop tiredly into the plush chair and close my eyes. The chair beside me scrapes across the floor, and I sniff. Wolf. I open one eye in time to see the exhausted green haired punk drop into the chair and rest his head on the table.

"Get any sleep, mate?" I smirk.

Oz lifts his head and glares back, "I know he's our manager, and that he means well. But doesn't he realize we're nocturnal creatures?"

"Rock bands are nocturnal?" I arch a brow at him and grin.

"Me werewolf. You vampire." He gives me an impassive look.

I snicker. "Right, Cave-Oz. Look at this way, mate. At least he's not trying to put us in ruddy costumes again."

He shudders, "Don't give him ideas. Haven't gotten over the last green feather boa incident."

"Here Spikey, 98.6 degrees just like you like it. And you didn't let me finish earlier! The guy I owe a favor is going first. He's not really an audition, God knows he can't carry a tune in a bucket. But trust me darlin', you want to see this!"

"Right. Where the hell's Charlie?"

"He's not answering my calls." The green demon pouts.

"Figures. The human gets to sleep during the day." Oz doesn't even lift his head.

"Bloody hell, let's get this over with so I can catch some kip on the couch in the back before we go on tonight."

"As you wish, Pussy Cat!"

"Angelcakes! Let's get started!"

"Did he just say what I think he said?" Oz stage whispers to me.

I sink back against the back of my chair and disappear into the dark shadows of the corner. This should be good.

The lights kick on the solo stage and Peaches blinks, "Lorne, do I really have to do this up here?" He snivels. I bite back a snarl. Broody pillock.

"You want my help, Angelcakes. We do this my way." Lorne calls cheerfully from behind the bar, a fruity drink in hand.

"Fine…" Forehead turns to the song book and picks one at random.

The music starts up and Oz's jaw drops. I snicker, the great Poofter has no idea what he's picked. Oh this might make my year!

"Looking out on the morning rain…" He hesitates, and Lorne motions at him impatiently.

"I used to feel so uninspired
And when I knew I had to face another day
Lord, it made me feel so tired"

God, he even sounds broody singing! I'm struggling to keep a straight face at this point. Oz has given in and is shaking with silent laughter.

"Before the day I met you, life was so unkind
But you're the key to my peace of mind

'Cause you make me feel
You make me fell
YOU MAKE ME FEEL… like a natural … woman."

AND THERE IT IS! I guffaw loudly. Angel jerks his head in my direction but can't see me because he's blinded by the stage lights.

"When my soul was in the lost and found…"

"Alright, Honey bunches! That's plenty. Head on over hear and we'll talk."

I take off through the side door that leads to our back stage hide out, and let the laughter take over. The Great Poof singing Natural Woman. Tears roll down my face I'm laughing so hard. Gunn slips in behind me and looks at me like I've gone completely sack of hammers, I waive him off and fall onto the couch.

Lorne may have just made my decade.

Song lyrics "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman" By Aretha Franklin