Title: Excellent View
Rating: (PG/PG-13, depends on where you're from)
Description: A carful of drunken vampires. I don't believe there's any more to say! Short Silly fic.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. DUH! It's all Joss's and the networks.. dah dee dah. Spoilers: Nope
"Where have they all gone, Oz? Why must we be the only ones who
never leave the town? It's summer for Chrissakes, why am I not basking in the
sun?" Buffy whined. The were sitting in the cemetery late one muggy July night.
"Maybe it's because creatures of the night don't often dwell in the tropical
sunshine. Hell, if you went on vacation, the town would be overrun within
baddies by the time you reached city limits. As for me... well... I have no
explanation. Oh God, we are pathetic!" Buffy looked at Oz with great awe, for
a moment, then spoke.
"Oz, I think you've said more in those 15 seconds then you did all of this year!
"Well, I may be all quiet and shy around you, but I talk up a storm to all my
teddies at home." Buffy started to giggle, but Oz turned beet red. "T-t-that
wasn't a joke?" Buffy said, still bubbling with laughter. Oz looked sheepish.
"There's a lot you don't know about *hic* me!" He said, now laughing too.
"You-You're drunk!" Buffy managed to get out.
The both very abruptly stopped laughing and just looked at each other.
"Ooohh, If only something would interrupt this awkward silence!" Buffy wished out loud.
They heard the unmistakable bassline of a Sex Pistols song grow steadily louder as a packed Jeep Wrangler snaking back and forth over the road drew nearer. It was filled with a bunch of drunken, singing… Vampires?
It slowed down as it passed by the cemetery, and a familiar blonde vamp stuck his head out.
"Heya Schlayer!" He said, with a very drunk grin on his face. "Schlay this!" Spike turned around, and whipped down his knickers, displaying a full moon for the wide eyed Buffy and her werewolf friend. The truck continued to drive past. They were obviously no longer dwelling on Oz's revelations. "Yes, that'll do nicely!"