Spike ascended the stairs and popped into the kitchen to see Buffy and Willow reading the back of a perfume bottle. He gave them a looked and turned to the liquor cabinet. He glanced at their nonchalant forms for a moment and raised a brow, "Whatcha got there?" he said suddenly more interested in that than the booze.
Buffy shrugged doing her best to seem up to nothing, Willow was having a harder time and looked visibly tense. Buffy cleared her throat, "Was that... Holly I hear calling for you Willow?"
Willow gave her a look of confusion and sudden 'oh yeah...' expression, "Yeah... her... nails..." With that Willow took the given exit and escaped the kitchen.
Spike watched the red head leave and frowned, "What are you up too?" He asked suspiciously and stepped closer to Buffy.
She shrugged and turned the bottle to him, "Bubble gum daisies? Holly gave it to me... says it doesn't suit her... I totally get that. Sometimes you smell the perfume at the counter but when you get it home and put it on yourself, it's awful. Bye bye 20 bucks..."
Spike shrugged and turned to the cabinet once more, "Something about the oils in your skin... certain perfumes just don't play right with certain girls..." He dug through deciding the drinking buddy for the night would be Jose Cuervos and a good ol' warm lager.
Buffy stood behind him and sprayed her wrist once then held it out to Spike, "Smell." She stated and Spike did as she asked; smelling the extended wrist before kissing up her arm. He playfully growled and began devouring her neck. Buffy giggle and squealed against him before pushing him off. "What's all that?" she asked nodding to the bottle and shot glasses, her finger's pulled his hips to her's by the beltloops.
Spike shrugged, "Just Saturday... hope you girls don't mind, you're guaranteed giggles..." He dived once more into Buffy's neck but was easily deflected this time.
"It's just now coming upon noon..." She said obviously criticising their drinking style.
"And I'd usually start with a shot in bed, but I was preoccupied with your jeans this morning..." Buffy giggled at that, "If you're nice to Holly she might round up a sea breeze or two for you and red..."
"I'm 17..." She smiled at his ridiculousness.
Spike smiled back giving her a chaste kiss before he began his retreat, "Yeah... but you're coming up on 18... And that's legal in the homeland... we'll just keep it hush hush... what's a month or two? I'm and immigrant after all! I don't know the laws of this country!"
"Alright... but you can only drink if I get to see that man pile Holly was talking about..." Buffy bit her lip as she teased him.
Spike stopped for a moment and looked at the bottle he was holding, "Tequila... It's likely you will be graced with such a sight, ta!" He said before descending the stairs once more.
Once he had completely disappeared Buffy squealed and ran into the bathroom where Willow and Holly were discussing their attack. "Oh my god... those boys have no freaking idea... but that was too close..."
"What are they up too?" Holly asked as her as Willow began creating their deadly concoction of feminine scent.
Buffy tugged her bottom lip a moment and watched, "Their... drinking... How drunk will they be by the time we put this in action?"
Holly laughed, "This is perfect... they'll be drunk enough to fumble over themselves if a chase ensues..." The girls all laughed.
Downstairs, three men sat around one stool that held three full shot glasses. In way of rank, their tolerance went as follows; Spike could become incoherent after a good 10 or 12 shots of tequila depending on the time in between. This set him as the leader, and the best one to come to when you can't button your pants after a wee. David, being Scottish was automatically set in the middle, being the man to come too for the jaunty tunes and drunken dancing. It's wasn't as though Nick wasn't experience, as a unit the three could drink London under the table, but Nick's fiancé usually kept him at bay. This left him as the monkey, yes... the drunken monkey. He was happy to give the laughs though.
"Mission title: Drunk as Funk. Countdown to ignition..." Spike began the countdown as the three picked up their glasses as they all chimed in "5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Take it all off!" They all yelled the last bit loud enough for the girls to hear upstairs, and then downed their shots.
Spike made a sour face and breathed in sharply, "Who needs lime?" He breathed out and took out a cigarette.
David threw his head back after his shot giving out a strained, "Oooooi..." Before He dropped his head and followed Spikes lead with the cigarette.
Nick shook his head enthusiastically after his shot and also lit a cigarette.
To an outsider their routine was obvious and ages old amongst the men.
Upstairs the girls heard their count down and Willow could help blushing, "Are you sure their all straight?" She asked as Holly held a balloon open wide enough to pour the concoction in.
"Oh yeah... very... that's just some stupid thing they came up with when they were teens..." Buffy giggled and Holly continued, "You'll only hear it once until their so drunk they lose count and start doing it at every shot..."
Two shots later And the boys were very relaxed in their seats looking each other over, a second cigarette now hanging from each set of lips in the room. One of Spike's hands hung protectively over his bits, the other over the back of the chair. He smiled seeing Nick grab his acoustic and strummed it with drunken smile. He made up a poorly put together but humorous tune just for Spike.
Bilbo was a wanker
He wanked when ever was alone...
He wanked and wanked until his arm fell off
And now he wanks no more...
"Ey!" Spike and David both clapped enthusiastically, "Yeah I used to wank a lot..." Spike smiled holding up another shot for himself and downed it. The other men were done for now.
"Where... is... the weirdest place you've wanked before then?" David asked, creating some conversation.
There was a long pause and Spike laughed, "Ha... confessional booth..."
David and Nick let out a simultaneous "Ooooh!" and punched his arms for the sacrilege.
"Boooooys... We're ready to go!" Holly hollered down the stairs before going to the front porch and helped Buffy and Willow pack up their wagon.
Holly suggested that post attack they take a picnic to a nearby oasis in the fields and play in the water since it was a warm day. Buffy and Willow agreed enthusiastically, so they packed food, blankets and towels as well. Holly had confidence the boys wouldn't pay much attention to the two extra coolers filled with water balloons in the state she presumed they'd be in.
Holly's estimate proved to be correct as a little over tipsy David was the first to stumble out the front door with the bottle to his lips. In his mind his wanted to stop and walk with the group, but his legs and momentum decided the walk should start that very instant and he was off down the road. Nick was the second to emerge onto the porch, searching for the bottle. He saw David and gave a strained cry before chasing after him, "Heeeyy! Come back!"
Spike was the last one to emerge with a cool demeanour about him and thick aviator's on his face to hide just how tipsy Senor Cuervos had gotten him. He cleared his throat once and joined the girls. With everyone out of the house, they began their journey.