More of my Buffy Season 8.

Oh yeah, ps, I don't own anything.

Cuts to the Buffy sitting at a table with a candle in the middle, across from a decently good looking guy. She's playing with her spaghetti with a look of mild interest on her face.

Trevor: He brought his ferret to work with him. Said we were being discriminatory in saying that only human children were allowed to work on those Take Your Kid to Work Days. I mean really. I tell him that he needs to get his weasel off my desk. And then he says: "That's not a weasel, that's my Pyranese ferret"! Can you believe that?

Buffy: Gee who knew zoology could be so funny?

Trevor: Enough about my job. Office work is so typical. Tell me more about that Magic Store you work in.

Buffy: The Magic Shop? Oh, it's not that interesting.

Trevor: Of course it is. It's where I first met you. It's clear he is very into her, as he tries to make things romantic, Leaning across the table to grab her hand. I never expected to find someone like you at a creepy place like that.

Buffy: Sadly, as if this is the reason her romantic life has been in a slump recently. You think the shop is creepy?

Trevor: The shop, maybe, but not it's employees.

Buffy: Are you so sure about that? Cause the night janitor with the wonky eye gives me the wiggins.

Trevor: Laughs heartily. See, Buffy, that's what I…er…appreciate about you. You speak a language all your own.

Buffy: Creeped by the narrowly avoided L-bomb. I should be go home now. Dawn's probably wondering where I am.

Trevor: Can I walk you?

Buffy: Sure. That sounds nice.

Trevor: Pulls her chair out for her while she's standing. M'lady. Offers her his arm.

Buffy: Thank you, good sir.

Cuts to them walking down the street. She is wearing his classy little sports coat and they are talking casually.

Trevor: So what brought you to Cleveland in the first place?

Buffy: Um…work mostly.

Trevor: That shop brought you all the way from California to Ohio?

Buffy: We…uh…found there was a distinct lack of occult stores this side of the Mississippi.

Trevor: A niche market I guess. And you live with your sister?

Buffy: Yup. And some old friends from High School.

Trevor: Wow. I haven't been able to—

A vampire comes up to them and Buffy begins to fight. Trevor decides to try to help, thinking Buffy needs the saving. The vampire, of course, knocks him to the ground quickly. His nose is bleeding while he is lying on the ground, so he doesn't really notice Buffy finishing off the vampire.

Buffy: Trevor! Are you OK?

Trevor: Was that some type of ninja mugger or something?

Buffy: Something like that. She looks around for more to come.

Trevor: Where'd he go?

Buffy: I guess he ran away. Come on inside and let's go take care of that bloody nose.

Cuts to inside the house in the living room. Trevor is holding a tissue up to his nose, talking excitedly to Giles & Dawn.

Trevor: And then Buffy just kicked the guy in the face. And then he punched her back, but she just kept going at it. It was insane.

Giles: And then what happened to the uh "ninja mugger"?

Trevor: I got punched so I sort of didn't really see him run away. I guess he got scared off by Buffy's sick moves. Looks at her proudly.

Dawn: Looks like those ,uh, Tae Kwon Do classes really came in handy, Buffy.

Buffy: Guess Mom was right about those. Trevor, do you want an ice pack or something?

Trevor: No thanks. I'd just like some water if that's OK.

Buffy: Sure. She starts to get up.

Trevor: I'll get it. Just point me to the kitchen.

Buffy: It's just down that hall. But I've got it.

Trevor: It's fine. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Only my ego has sustained lasting bruises.

He gets up and heads towards the kitchen.

Cuts to Andrew upstairs, he's already in bed, asleep.

Andrew: (mumbled) Xena. She's mine. Ow. (wakes up) Another epic Xena dream. Dawn will wanna hear about this one.

He gets up, wearing Spiderman PJs and heads downstairs. He walks toward the kitchen and sees none other than Trevor in there. He's getting a glass of water, and a fly buzzes around his head. A giant tongue flicks out of his mouth and catches the frog. And he swallows it whole.

Cut to Xander and Willow in a club, to be named later. They are sitting on couches with drinks in their hands, leaning into each other looking very couple-y. They are looking around, trying to catch the eye of attractive people but nobody is looking their way. An especially good-looking girl walks by Xander without a second glance.

Xander: God why will no women even look at me.

Willow: Maybe there are no demons in the club tonight. Or giant preying mantises.

Xander: Haha. Very funny. Maybe she thinks I'm taken.

Willow (sipping drink pensively): Maybe.

Xander: What it's not like you have "I like girls" tattooed across your forehead. Where is Tongue Ring anyway?

Willow: She said she wanted to patrol tonight, since the new recruits weren't going with Buffy. Besides, I thought tonight should be Xander-Willow bonding time.

Xander: Thanks, Will. Now, what do we call her?

Willow: 7.5

Xander: Oh, she's an 8, easy.

Willow: But look at her ass.

Xander: What about her ass?

Willow: Exactly.

Xander (Looking around the room): Her?

Willow: Who?

Xander takes a closer look and discovers that the silhouette matches that of Kennedy. She's walking away. Aw shit.

Xander: Nevermind, she walked away. He casts his eyes frantically around the room, looking for a girl as far way from Kennedy as possible so Willow can't see her. He points to a random girl. Her?

Willow: Red shirt? She's like a 6. Sparkle pants, on the other hand, might be bordering on an 8.5.

Xander: But she's wearing sparkley pants. That has to detract something.

Willow: Touché. 8 then.

Kennedy reappears.

Xander: Um…You know all this ogling has made me feel a whole lot better and I feel like maybe we should go home. Now.

Willow: Are you sure? I mean, you said it yourself that you thought moving on would help.

Kennedy walks closer and closer tos them, oblivious to Willow's presence.

Xander: I…I'm not ready yet.

Willow: Ok…um just let me finish this drink.

Kennedy draws closer.

Xander: Ah no. We have to go now. I…I can't deal with er disgracing Anya's memory. Let's go.

Her pulls her out of the club and away from Kennedy.

Cuts to Buffy in the Living Room. She is sitting, talking with Giles and Willow.

Giles: And you're sure he didn't see anything? Nothing out of the ordinary?

Buffy: Nope. Or he doesn't think he has, anyway. He's done that explain-away thing you always talk about.

Giles: People's unwillingness to believe the unbelievable certainly makes our job a lot easier. I don't think I could come up with as many fanciful stories as people make up themselves to explain away what they've seen with their own eyes.

Dawn: It's so convenient that no one wants other people to think they're crazy.

Trevor walks back into the room.

Buffy: Trevor! Get that water Ok?

He holds up the glass full. Trevor: And I could turn on the faucet and everything.

Buffy: Brains. (Laughs) I knew there was some reason I went out with you.

Trevor: Aside from my unbelievably good looks, you mean? He walks closer to her.

Buffy: Are you saying I'm shallow, Mister?

Trevor: I'm saying you have good taste. They look as if they are about to start making out, something Giles certainly doesn't want to see.

Giles: So Trevor, how are you getting home?

Buffy: Oh, do you want Giles to drive you?

Trevor: I can walk. It's not that far.

Buffy: Just take the ride. I would do it myself but Buffy plus steering wheel equals bad combination, and I don't want any other muggers to go all Jet Lee on you.

Trevor: If you insist.

Buffy: I insist.

Giles grabs some keys off the hook, and Trevor gives Buffy a kiss. Giles cleans his glasses on his shirt.