NIGHT OF SURPRISES.
Setting: after season three but before the start of season four.
Disclaimer: Characters, etc do not belong to me which you would know unless you don't then yes, their all my own invention. (I wish.). Au-ish. This is a very early attempt at fanfic writing so please don't hurt me!
Willow and Buffy pushed their way through the crowd.
Fighting her way through Willow let out a noise of disgust. "Ugh, I can't believe that I'm in a place like this."
Buffy nodded. "Well it was life or death. We had to stop here."
Willow grumbled. "At least we had to chase that demon out of Sunnydale, can you imagine what my mother would say if she found out I even looked at a place like this."
Buffy laughed. "It's not that bad Will. I mean you can't expect the place to be cleaner than clean, but with a name like the Ladies Night it could be worse."
Willow and Buffy pushed their way to the restrooms. Bursting through the door they rushed to the sinks and began to scrub their hands.
Buffy let out a sigh of relief. "At least this goo is coming off. I thought I would have had to walk around forever with this gung on my hands."
They exited the restroom and tried to make their way back to the door. They were stopped by a burly bodyguard. His voice seemed to rumble in his chest. "Two drink minimum. Each."
Buffy put on her best little girl face. "We just came in to use the restroom, honest. We didn't even look at the stage." The bodyguard just stared at her and pointed to an empty table.
They turned. Willow whispered to Buffy. "You can take him, and then we're outta here."
Buffy surveyed the joint. "Him, yeah. But not those other guys over there too." Willow slumped into a chair in defeat.
A surly waitress came over for their orders. "What'll you have?"
"4 cokes please."
The waitress scribbled on a small notepad. "Zorro's comin' up next. He's a favorite with all regulars here."
She walked off leaving a protesting Willow. She looked over at Buffy who was bopping to the beat of the music. All of a sudden the lights dimmed and a microphone crackled to life. "Ladies tonight for your viewing pleasure we have the master of the sword. The man that can send women wild with one raised eyebrow. The masked avenger for the poor Spanish of California. The one, the only. Zooorrroo."
A well-built man charged past the curtains separating the backstage area. A wild cheer went up through the women and Buffy and Willow were pushed out of their chairs and closer to the stage.
Willow groaned and covered her eyes. "Tell me when it's over."
Buffy stared wide-eyed at the stage. Never taking her eyes off the dancer Buffy remarked to Willow. "This guy is hot, no wonder they love him."
As the articles of clothing vanished wheels turned in Buffy's head. She turned to Willow and pulled her hands off her eyes. Gesturing towards the stage Buffy said, "Will look at him, does he look familiar to you?"
Willow glanced at the stage and went bright red. "He's not Oz but he does look vaguely familiar.
At that moment the dancer turned towards them. His eyes widened and he stumbled, before shaking his head, turning back and continuing his act. Those eyes were very familiar to the both of them. Willow and Buffy had been looking into them for years.
Willow and Buffy glanced at each other and gasped. "XANDER????!!!!!!!"