"You smell like love, my dear Angelus," Dru's breathy voice spoke. Her hands were caressing his face, her eyes closing and her head rocking slowly from one side to the other, her body also sort of swaying about as she stood before him.

Before she could say anything more, Angelus growled and pushed her hands away from him. Next, he turned to the smoking Brit to the side of them and growled at him as well. "What are you two doing here?"

Spike flicked his lighter closed, inhaled deeply. Next, he removed the cancer stick and let it out with a small smile tugging at his pale lips. "You were never really good with manners, were you?" he asked after a moment. "'Course not," Spike continued, taking another hit as he paced a few steps around. "Anyway, Drusilla and I were in town, thought we would stop in to see an old friend, mate. That's all. Thought maybe we could talk about old times, catch up on the new... that sort of thing... maybe go out for some dinner," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Angelus rolled his eyes at Spike's attempt at humor, and Drusilla's more amused reaction to it.

"So, what do you say, Dad?" he asked, laughing with Dru. "Care to catch up with your beautiful princess and your smashingly handsome son-in-law or not?"

Again, Angelus rolled his eyes at them. He just stood there for a few moments then growled. "I have plans," he said, stepping around them to go further into his home, digging through his closet to find a different shirt to change into.

The one he was wearing was now stained in blood from a few good humans who were sacrificed to be his meal earlier in the evening.

When he walked back out, they were still there. Spike was leaning up against the large table taking up most of the room while Dru sat atop of it pouting. He kept walking, fixing his shirt collar then straightening out his jacket as he went.

"Can we come?" Drusilla asked, her lip outing out.

"No," he answered, walking past them and to the door. He all but slung it open then headed out. Cursing his two unexpected visitors the whole way.

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It was a little less than an hour away from closing time when Angelus reached Buffy's place of work.

Casually, he strode across the street and into the cramped space. The door had a bell on it which caught the blonde's attention as she refilled an old woman's cup. Buffy turned to look over her shoulder meeting his eyes and smiling at him.

He returned it easily and then took the closest booth and sat down.

A few moments later she came to him, menu in hand. She laid it down before him then gave a wry grin. "I don't suppose you're going to order anything tonight either?" she asked.

"Not hungry," he said with a shrug, his hands coming out to play with the worn out three-page menu.

She sighed and shook her head at him. "Fine, fine. If you change your mind just holler."

He nodded, watching her walk away. She had left the menu, as she always did. Angelus smiled down at watched her move about for a few more seconds then looked over what this little nowhere had to offer. None of it exactly appealed to one such as himself but he needed to look at something else from time to time. Not that he minded the idea of non-stop staring at the waitress but he felt she might and he didn't need that.

Throughout the hour, a few customers came and went, Buffy came over to check on him a few times, her eyes glancing his way several more times over than that.

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After switching the sign on the door to read "Closed" rather than "Open" she sighed, pushing her bangs out of her eyes before sliding the pencil in her hand behind her ear. She spared him another glance then shook her head again and began to clean up.

He was already standing, helping her out.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that," she told him as he brought the dirty dishes with him, heading into the back to wash them off.

"I know," he told her. And he did. She had told him many times over the past few weeks but she'd learned better than to try to argue with him about it.

She sighed, then headed back out to the floor, cleaning off the tables.

Before long, all her last minute tasks were complete, many with the help of the broody stranger who'd come into her life and they were turning off all the lights and locking the joint up.

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Buffy buttoned up her coat as they walked down the stairs then pulled out the gloves he had bought for her out of its pockets and onto her hands.

The two of them walked in silence. They often did. Sometimes they'd question each other of the day but usually they stuck to the silence.

The second night she had thanked him again and again, the next few she had tried to figure out why he was continuing to show up like this, but then it just became their ritual.

Angelus' head turned slightly to the left, sensing at least one demon not too far away. He fought the urge to growl. He'd put the word out that this area was not to be grounds for anyone but him. Of course, not everyone had received the message just yet of course, and there were those foolish enough not to care. He'd only ran into a couple since the news had started making rounds which was good but not good enough.

They came to a stop in front of her apartment building, both standing there awkwardly for several moments.

"So... do you um..." Buffy began to blush changing course after losing her nerve, "I'll just see you tomorrow?"

He looked at her questioningly for a moment then nodded.

She smiled and looked as though she was going to say something else but nothing came, instead she hurried away.

He watched her go, until she shut the door with one last little wave, then he went to go find that demon.