Author's Note: I wrote this almost two years ago for a friend. Sorry if everyone's out of character, it is old. I hope you like it and please R&R below!

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Spike strode into the Bronze, ignoring a saleslady who was trying to sell him a muffin.

He saw Dawn sitting at a table, eating a muffin. She was tearing it apart with her fingers, watching couples dance to a slow song. He sat beside her. "Where'd you get that, pet?"

She smiled. "From the saleslady over there." She pointed to the table loaded with muffins. "The money they're making is supposed to go help puffins."

"Puffins?" Spike asked, confused.

"You know, the birds." Spike still looked confused. "They're endangered, this money is helping protect their environment and helping with fishing bans so they still have food."

"Uh-huh." Spike said, nodding slowly, as if in understanding. Dawn shot an annoyed look in his direction, tucking her long chocolate brown hair behind her ear. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Feeling peckish." He replied. Dawn paled. "Not that way, love." He added hastily.

She exhaled. "Okay."

"I want one of those sodding blooming onions." He paused. "Those things are bloody amazing."

Dawn chuckled, tearing another piece off her muffin. "It's been quiet tonight."

Spike was about to reply when a loud crash was heard. Spike glared at Dawn. "You had t' say it, didn't you?"

Dawn blushed. "Sorry."

A group of vampires ran in. "Time to feed, boys!" The apparent leader cried.

Dawn tore off another piece of her muffin, watching people start to scream. Several of the vampires vamped out. Many people screamed at the yellow eyes, and seemingly deformed face. Spike snorted in amusement. He cracked his knuckles. "This'll be fun."

Dawn smiled. "I get a show free with my muffin" She observed.

(Several Minutes Later.)

Spike stowed his stake back into a pocket of his leather duster. He brushed himself off, walking back toward Dawn. For some reason, she looked kinda sad. "What's wrong, Bit?" He asked.

"Y'know the guy I staked?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Bugger made me drop my muffin!" She said angrily.

Spike sighed. Dawn looked at him pleadingly. He gave her a couple dollars. "I want the change back!" He called as Dawn scurried over to the seemingly un-demolished table with the stacks of muffins unharmed.

Spike sighed. Even after more than two hundred years he still didn't understand teenage girls.