TITLE: The Groupie
RATING: PG-13 for language
DISCLAMIER: Not my characters *sigh* No money being made *sigh*
SUMMARY: Set sometime in season four, before the nightmare that was Wild At Heart
FEEDBACK: All reviews are appreciated!!
Oz spluttered at the bar as a hot blonde girl leaned so close to him that he could feel her heart beat.
"Hi there, I'm Bessy." She licked her lips and winked at him.
He spluttered again, not only was the girl claiming his personal space as her own she was clogging the oxygen with her perfume.
"I saw you on the stage. You guys were hot, but you were the hottest."
"Um, thanks." Oz looked back to the bar to see where his drinks were.
She trailed a finger up his arm and pushed up even closer to him. "I'm not doing anything tonight"
"Oh." Oz smiled gratefully as the barman handed him his drinks.
"Are those for the rest of the band?" She pointed towards the 4 cups on his tray.
He shook his head, and picked up the tray.
"Look, I'm interested in you, and my house is.."
"I don't mean to be rude but I'm interested in someone else." Oz began to move away.
The blonde girl placed her hand back on his arm, "Are you here on a date?"
"Um, kinda, yeah."
"So what's the big deal? I'll give you my address and you can come meet me after you're date." She grinned at him, showing her perfect white teeth.
Oz shook his head, he had this huge desire to laugh. "I don't think so."
"Come on now, you'll love it I promise. We can do *anything* you want. I mean anything." Her grip on his arm was beginning to sting.
"Look..." Oz began
"I get it okay you don't want you're little girlfriend to find out. I'm not gonna tell her or anything." She grinned again.
This time Oz did laugh, "I'm really not interested okay?"
The grin faded and she pulled her hand away. "Okay whatever. You're loss, I mean fuck look at me! God, you're only a fucking guitar player anyway. It's not like you're the lead singer. You're nothing. And you've lost you're chance buddy, now you have nothing!" She stormed away, her blonde hair swinging behind her.
Oz chuckled again and looked over to the table. Willow, Buffy and Xander were all watching him. Buffy looked amused, Xander bewildered but Willow looked upset. He hurried over to the table.
"Hey Oz-man! I thought you were gonna up and leave us for that hot little blonde chick!" Xander grinned as he sipped his soda.
"Groupie." Oz told him as though that explained it. "Hey Will, can we talk for a sec?"
Willow stood and as Oz led her to a quiet spot he heard Xander say to Buffy in a voice close to wonder, "I'd love to have groupies. Oz must feel like a god."
* * *
"You look sad."
"Oh. Sorry." Willow tried to smile.
"What's up?" Oz asked softly.
"Nothing!" Willow tried cheery but that wasn't happening either.
"Baby?"
"I just feel so dumb. I'm being, like an obsessed, jealous girlfriend and I don't mean to be but you're so great and everyone likes you, all these girls want you and I can't compete! I mean, I'm not hot and I..."
The feel of Oz's hot lips on her own took all words and thoughts from her. He pulled away and smiled at her softly.
"I kinda like the fact that you're jealous. It makes me feel a little less insecure about my own petty jealousness."
Willow grinned, "What petty jealousness?"
Oz blushed slightly, "Well, I'm jealous of the 'girly best-friend' time you spend with Buffy. I'm jealous of you're clothes cause they get to be closer to you than I do, you know, until you take them of for me."
Willow giggled, "I love you Oz."
Oz grinned, "I thought you might."
A/N: Eeekkkk!! I have no idea what that is! It started off as one thing and ended up..with W/O fluff! *Shakes herself in frustration* It wasn't going to be fluff!!! Oh man, I might try it again later, r&r if you wanna!
RATING: PG-13 for language
DISCLAMIER: Not my characters *sigh* No money being made *sigh*
SUMMARY: Set sometime in season four, before the nightmare that was Wild At Heart
FEEDBACK: All reviews are appreciated!!
Oz spluttered at the bar as a hot blonde girl leaned so close to him that he could feel her heart beat.
"Hi there, I'm Bessy." She licked her lips and winked at him.
He spluttered again, not only was the girl claiming his personal space as her own she was clogging the oxygen with her perfume.
"I saw you on the stage. You guys were hot, but you were the hottest."
"Um, thanks." Oz looked back to the bar to see where his drinks were.
She trailed a finger up his arm and pushed up even closer to him. "I'm not doing anything tonight"
"Oh." Oz smiled gratefully as the barman handed him his drinks.
"Are those for the rest of the band?" She pointed towards the 4 cups on his tray.
He shook his head, and picked up the tray.
"Look, I'm interested in you, and my house is.."
"I don't mean to be rude but I'm interested in someone else." Oz began to move away.
The blonde girl placed her hand back on his arm, "Are you here on a date?"
"Um, kinda, yeah."
"So what's the big deal? I'll give you my address and you can come meet me after you're date." She grinned at him, showing her perfect white teeth.
Oz shook his head, he had this huge desire to laugh. "I don't think so."
"Come on now, you'll love it I promise. We can do *anything* you want. I mean anything." Her grip on his arm was beginning to sting.
"Look..." Oz began
"I get it okay you don't want you're little girlfriend to find out. I'm not gonna tell her or anything." She grinned again.
This time Oz did laugh, "I'm really not interested okay?"
The grin faded and she pulled her hand away. "Okay whatever. You're loss, I mean fuck look at me! God, you're only a fucking guitar player anyway. It's not like you're the lead singer. You're nothing. And you've lost you're chance buddy, now you have nothing!" She stormed away, her blonde hair swinging behind her.
Oz chuckled again and looked over to the table. Willow, Buffy and Xander were all watching him. Buffy looked amused, Xander bewildered but Willow looked upset. He hurried over to the table.
"Hey Oz-man! I thought you were gonna up and leave us for that hot little blonde chick!" Xander grinned as he sipped his soda.
"Groupie." Oz told him as though that explained it. "Hey Will, can we talk for a sec?"
Willow stood and as Oz led her to a quiet spot he heard Xander say to Buffy in a voice close to wonder, "I'd love to have groupies. Oz must feel like a god."
* * *
"You look sad."
"Oh. Sorry." Willow tried to smile.
"What's up?" Oz asked softly.
"Nothing!" Willow tried cheery but that wasn't happening either.
"Baby?"
"I just feel so dumb. I'm being, like an obsessed, jealous girlfriend and I don't mean to be but you're so great and everyone likes you, all these girls want you and I can't compete! I mean, I'm not hot and I..."
The feel of Oz's hot lips on her own took all words and thoughts from her. He pulled away and smiled at her softly.
"I kinda like the fact that you're jealous. It makes me feel a little less insecure about my own petty jealousness."
Willow grinned, "What petty jealousness?"
Oz blushed slightly, "Well, I'm jealous of the 'girly best-friend' time you spend with Buffy. I'm jealous of you're clothes cause they get to be closer to you than I do, you know, until you take them of for me."
Willow giggled, "I love you Oz."
Oz grinned, "I thought you might."
A/N: Eeekkkk!! I have no idea what that is! It started off as one thing and ended up..with W/O fluff! *Shakes herself in frustration* It wasn't going to be fluff!!! Oh man, I might try it again later, r&r if you wanna!
