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Spike adjusted his new coat and wiped the blood from his mouth. His face was already back to normal.
He walked down the deserted street. Then a young man came along. He was lucky he was full.
"Watch it." He growled as the guy came too close.
"Dude, nice hair." the guy stared in awe at Spike's clothes.
"Sodd off." Spike kept walking.
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Dru wanted to hunt. Already she was getting bored with Vegas. Couldn't stay in one place too long. Spike shook his head as he walked through the crowd. It was 1985 and Vegas was the place to be.
He glanced at billboards occasionally. One caught his eye. The name read "Billy Idol."
"Wonder if that's his real name." Spike muttered. Then he did a double take. It was him!
"Bloody Hell!" He muttered.
He came back a few days later to catch the concert. Killed a guard and crept in.
There he was. It was almost the spitting image of him, from the hair, to the carefully thought out and stolen accessories. At least the guy hadn't stolen his coat.
A guy noticed him. "Die hard." he acknowledged, nodding. He was wearing a Billy Idol shirt. And then, the guy began to sing. He was bloody British!
"Bollicks." Spike said. he turned and swept out. It was making him sick.
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There's a long line outside of the club, with a bouncer guarding the entrance. Buffy walks up to him.
"Hey, sweetheart. If you wanna go in, go ahead." The bouncer holds the door open for her.
"Oh, uh, actually, I need some help. I'm looking for this guy. Bleach- blonde hair, leather jacket, British accent? Kind of sallow, but in a hot way?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?"
"Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from-never mind." Buffy said, not knowing how right she was.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A/N: ok, I just wanted to point out that this is what you get when it's midnight and I'm babysitting, bored out of my mind, and decide to watch.The Wedding Singer. By the time this was written, it was about 1:30 a.m. So, this is a strange story, and you might understand it better if you're tired. I know I do!
Spike adjusted his new coat and wiped the blood from his mouth. His face was already back to normal.
He walked down the deserted street. Then a young man came along. He was lucky he was full.
"Watch it." He growled as the guy came too close.
"Dude, nice hair." the guy stared in awe at Spike's clothes.
"Sodd off." Spike kept walking.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dru wanted to hunt. Already she was getting bored with Vegas. Couldn't stay in one place too long. Spike shook his head as he walked through the crowd. It was 1985 and Vegas was the place to be.
He glanced at billboards occasionally. One caught his eye. The name read "Billy Idol."
"Wonder if that's his real name." Spike muttered. Then he did a double take. It was him!
"Bloody Hell!" He muttered.
He came back a few days later to catch the concert. Killed a guard and crept in.
There he was. It was almost the spitting image of him, from the hair, to the carefully thought out and stolen accessories. At least the guy hadn't stolen his coat.
A guy noticed him. "Die hard." he acknowledged, nodding. He was wearing a Billy Idol shirt. And then, the guy began to sing. He was bloody British!
"Bollicks." Spike said. he turned and swept out. It was making him sick.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's a long line outside of the club, with a bouncer guarding the entrance. Buffy walks up to him.
"Hey, sweetheart. If you wanna go in, go ahead." The bouncer holds the door open for her.
"Oh, uh, actually, I need some help. I'm looking for this guy. Bleach- blonde hair, leather jacket, British accent? Kind of sallow, but in a hot way?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?"
"Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from-never mind." Buffy said, not knowing how right she was.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A/N: ok, I just wanted to point out that this is what you get when it's midnight and I'm babysitting, bored out of my mind, and decide to watch.The Wedding Singer. By the time this was written, it was about 1:30 a.m. So, this is a strange story, and you might understand it better if you're tired. I know I do!