"What station made you a winner today?" The cheesy voice on the radio asked.
"Club 99.5!" was the reply, accompanied by a high-pitched scream.
Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers hung up the phone and twirled around in her kitchen. Her long blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight, matching the sparkle in her hazel eyes. Life, she determined, could get no better.
"Willow, get your ass down here right now!" she screamed at an eardrum shattering volume.
Willow Rosenberg, roommate and best friend extraordinaire, stumbled down the stairs and ran into the kitchen so fast that she slid on the floor and barked her shin against the island. Her vibrant red hair flew around her as her wild green eyes took in the surroundings. In her hands was a baseball bat. "What is it? Just give me a clear shot, I'll kill it."
Buffy laughed and shook her head. "Not that big of emergency, sorry Wills. But guess what. No wait, don't guess, you'll never guess, not in million years, not in a gazillion years, not in…well you'll never guess what just happened."
Willow giggled and sat down to rub her shin. "So, am I guessing or not?"
Buffy shook her head. "I am the lucky phone-in winner of the Club 99.5 radio contest!" she squealed, jumping up and down.
Willow squealed as well and jumped up to hug Buffy. The two best friends were still squealing and hugging and jumping when the third roommate, Anya Jenkins walked in.
"What are we celebrating," she asked as she got a soda from the refrigerator. "Did Buffy finally dump Riley for a better orgasm buddy?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "No, Anya. But thanks for asking. Actually, I just won a contest on the radio."
Anya shrugged. If Buffy wanted to continue unfulfilled, that was her problem. "What did you win?"
Willow stopped jumping. "Yeah Buffy, what did you win?"
Anya looked at her. "You didn't know?"
Willow shrugged. "Well, there was squealing, and jumping and I sorta just went with the flow."
Anya looked at her. "Willow, you are perhaps one of the weirdest creatures I've ever known."
Willow rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Bigmouth."
"And what do you mean by that?" came Anya's sharp reply.
Before the hair-pulling and bitch-slapping started, Buffy interrupted them both. "In case you two wanted to know, my prize was four tickets to the Mayhem Mansion murder mystery weekend. It's this huge mansion, and someone pretends to die, and we all try to figure out who did it."
Willow squealed again. "How fun! I've always wanted to go to one of those places."
Anya ground her teeth. "If you squeal one more time, I'm not responsible for my maiming actions."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Glad to know you guys are so happy for me. And yes, thank you Willow for assuming, I was going to ask both of you to go with me."
Willow matched her hair. "Oh, Buffy. I didn't mean to jump in like that. I was just saying…well…"
Anya rolled her eyes. "She just said we were invited. Stop acting like a nitwit. And might I say, Buffy, that I am also very excited. As a matter of fact, I am very free now, as my orgasm buddy and I just had a parting of the ways. Obviously, my fiscal mind was too much for him. And his blatant lack of ambition, why, how is a capitalist supposed to thrive in this day and age if he won't get out of bed. Not that I didn't enjoy his penis very much…."
Buffy and Willow tuned Anya out. Once she started on her rants, it was best just to ignore her and wait for her to run out of steam.
"…curved a little at the end, and what's up with that?" Anya paused. "What?"
Buffy coughed a little to cover up a laugh. "Nothing. Anyway, I was wondering if either of you two had any ideas on who I should invite as my fourth. Obviously Riley's out, unless I want Anya to go vengeance demon on him. I was thinking about maybe taking Mom."
Willow nodded and Anya frowned. "What?" Buffy asked.
"I think that Joyce would have a wonderful time," Willow said.
"Are you sure this is something she'll like?" Anya asked at the same time.
Buffy shrugged. "I think she'll enjoy it. We haven't had much bonding time since I started school again. It'll be good for her to actually go out and leave the gallery for once."
Willow nodded again, looking very much like a bobble doll. "Uh-huh, she'll have a good time. Oh, this is going to be so much fun." She stopped for a minute, her face stricken. "Ohmigod, I better go make sure that I don't have any homework to do. I would just die if I had some and forgot about it." She rushed back upstairs.
Buffy laughed. Some things would never change. She'd met Willow on her first day of high school. They were both timed little freshmen, alphabetically seated next to one another. Friendship bloomed and it lasted until this very day. Anya Jenkins moved to Sunnydale as a junior, and the three girls formed a fast friendship that would last until college. A slight falling out occurred and they went separate ways, but they eventually ended up together at Sunnydale University. Roommates and best friends, tiffs and fights occurred, but they didn't affect the strong friendship the three women shared.
Anya yawned. "Well, if we're going away for a weekend, I better go get some beauty sleep in."
Buffy laughed. "Anya, it's Wednesday."
Anya nodded sagely. "Well yes, but it takes a lot to look this damn good."
She smiled and Buffy laughed. It was going to be a good weekend.
A/N: okay, it's my new story. Not too sure of it yet, let me know what you think. Also, I gain no profit from these characters etc….just using them for my own twisted ends. Also, I have an lj now, so so I'll post when I update there: serendipity11