"Hey, what's the deal with you being Spike's sire

Author: Just Me (justme@starflower.freeserve.co.uk)

Rating: G

Description: The result of a challenge, the details of which are;

Must contain:

Xander/Angel conversation

A tube of lipstick

A sock puppet

Disclaimer: I own nuthink except a Lifehouse CD and a cup of tea. Everything in the Buffyverse belongs to Joss and the peeps at Mutant Enemy

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"Remind me again why I'm doing this?" Angel snarled as Xander wedged a blond wig firmly on his head.

"Because Buffy is off fighting the Soxioul demon that the Master raised and we need to someone to take her place," Xander replied as he stepped back to survey his handiwork.

"But why couldn't Willow do it, she knows the part and her voice is a lot higher than mine!" Angel whined as he eyed Xander warily.

"Willow has her own role to rehearse. We just need to you take Buffy's place so we can work on our stage directions." Xander turned his back and rummaged through the bag that Willow had brought, "Now are you a Wild Cherry or a Space Babe?" he asked as he held up two tubes of lipstick.

Angel stared wide-eyed at Xander, who may as well have asked Angel if he'd like his spleen removed with or without anaesthetic.

'I'm a 240 year old vampire, the former Scourge of Europe,' he grumbled, " I do not wear lipstick."

"Fine go without, but your not doing anything to accentuate your features…" Xander paused and shared an uncomfortable look with Angel. He flexed his arms, cleared his throat and continued, his voice now a couple of octaves lower, "So, ah, you've read your lines right?"

Angel nodded and readjusted his wig.

"So we've got everything under control then…oh hang on," Xander rummaged through the bag again, "Ah ha!" he exclaimed as he held aloft a bedraggled scrap of cloth as if it were the winner's trophy for the Indy 500.

"What is that?" Angel asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

"This is Mr Pooky," Xander replied as if no further explanation were necessary, "he's Willow's lucky sock puppet. You have to kiss him for good luck." he held the puppet out to Angel with amusement in his eyes.

"I. Am. Not. Kissing. That!"

"Oh go on…Mr Pooky's all sad now, you've hurt his feelings"

*sigh*

"I can't believe I'm doing this…give him here…and pass me the Wild Cherry."

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~fin~