A/N: Inspired by the Mark McGuinn song "She Doesn't Dance"
Willow walked into the bar, looking around. She scanned the crowd, finally sitting down on a nearby barstool.
"Hey Will. What can I get ya?"
Willow turned around, her face breaking into a grin. "Hey Xander. I didn't know you worked here. What happened to the construction job?"
"Well Will, when you're as good as I am, people are clamboring for a piece of you."
"Sooo…you got fired?"
Xander grimaced. "Canned me about a week ago. But that's alright; I'm living the dream. Working in a bar has its perks…" he watched as a guy across the room punched another guy in the face.
"Aw, I'm sorry Xander."
"Not half as sorry as I am. But, such is the working life. So…how about that drink?"
"Oh. Uh…just water."
"Just water? You're not drinking anymore? Last time I saw you, you were having a good time over at Gile's birthday party."
Willow smiled as Xander placed a glass of water in front of her. "Oh. Yeah. Uh…no drinking since Buffy and I…well, you know."
"Got together?"
"Yeah. She's not big on the drinking thing. Thanks it makes you wacky and everything. Which, it does, but…I'm probably better off."
"Yeah. I would imagine Buf—"
"Xander?" Willow looked over the rim of her glass. "Hey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
Xander started. "Oh, it's…it's noth—" he leaned across the bar. "Say Will? Just out of curiosity, where is Buffy right now?"
Willow raised an eyebrow. "At home. She said she was going to cook dinner and that we'd…uh…" she blushed slightly. "We'd…you know…have a date night. Why?"
"She'd didn't say she'd be anywhere?"
"Xander, wh—"
"Just…do me a favor. Don't look over toward the dance floor."
"Why?" Willow turned around the barstool, eyeing the dance floor. "What's so great about—oh." She stared in disbelief at the empty dance floor. Right in the middle of it was a familiar blonde, her arms wrapped around a tall man in a black overcoat. "Buffy? It can't be."
"Will—"
"Shhh! I want to see who she's with." Willow stared in horror as the couple turned around. "Angel?"
"Yeah." Xander rested his elbows on top of the bar. "Ya know, I heard he was back in town. Didn't think he'd actually show though."Xander paused, watching as Buffy gave Angel a long slow kiss. He coughed awkwardly. "Ya know, maybe that's not the real Buffy. Maybe it's another Buffy bot."
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right Xander. Maybe it is another Buffy bot. A better built one."
"That looks similar, but in reality, is a fake." He cocked his head to the side. "That kiss looked pretty real though; does Buffy ever kiss you like that?"
"No, not that tenderly. But…we have kissed. Before. Lightly." Willow faked a laugh. "Come on Xander, it's not her. She hates smoky bars; never wears high heels and the only time I've seen her wear a dress that short—"
"Is when she's trying to impress her vampire boyfriend."
Willow's face fell. "But…no. No. Buffy would never dance like that. If at all; she has to patrol."
"Like a good slayer."
"Yeah, that's it. Like a good slayer. Protecting the innocent."
"Yeah, if you choose to look at it that way." Willow glared at him. "Right. I'm gonna keep my nose out of it and clean up. Are you sure you're alright?" He studied Willow thoughtfully.
Willow forced a grin. "Yep. Never better. Peachy keen even."
"Okay." Xander walked away, leaving Willow along in the near empty bar.
She sat there watching as the song Angel and Buffy were dancing to came to a close. Buffy leaned up, giving Angel another kiss before wrapping her arm around him and walking out the door.
She didn't even see me, Willow thought sorrowfully as a tear rolled down her cheek. How could Buffy—"
"Will? You alright?"
Willow shook her head as Xander walked around to the front of the bar, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. "That was her Xander; it was Buffy. She cheated on me!" She buried her head in Xander's shoulder, letting the tears fall.
"I'm so sorry Willow." He gently rocked her, reaching over and turning off the light as Willow's sobs rang out in the darkness.