CHAPTER THREE
Buffy left her penthouse apartment ready to go out that night. She wasn't going with anybody, just out. She was all dressed up and ready to go, blonde hair perfectly teased and her thousand dollar outfit was well worth the cost. She was ready to go out and meet some people. People who didn't care that she was partially famous. Were there such things? Probably not. Someone would probably recognize her and ask for signed photo or something.
That was why she was going to this club on the other side of town, the side of town where people probably would NOT recognize her. Triple threat, or something.
Dr. Giles said it would be good to get to know some people who either didn't know about her modeling success or who could care less, and from what Buffy had heard, this side of town was that kind of a place.
Buffy stepped out of her taxi and looked at the club. Loud, blaring rock was coming from the speakers. There was a line outside that curved around the block. Buffy headed for the end of it. This had better be worth it.
~*~
Faith and Drea were dancing on the crowded floor to the DJ while the Dingoes were setting up. They had requested Slipknot, and the DJ played Shadow's Fall. This was Triple Threat all right.
After a while, they got tired and while Faith got a table Drea went to get some drinks. She tried to push her way through the crowd at the bar, and while trying to do so bumped into a tall, dark guy and made him spill his drink.
"Oh, damn, I'm sorry." Drea said earnestly, looking down at the mess.
"Don't worry, it's fine." She looked up to see Mr. Tall Dark and Hott from the gym that afternoon. And he looked even better than she remembered, in a black leather jacket, black t-shirt and black pants. Think of something to say, dammit! Drea thought.
"You're the guy from the gym this afternoon, right?" She smiled softly.
"Oh, yeah. I remember you. Led Zeppelin girl, right?" She blushed a little and glanced up at him flirtatiously. It took just about all of Angel's will to keep his cool. She was pretty, sure, but her eyes were beautiful, yet seemingly out of place with her tones. He didn't even know this girl and already he was analyzing her eyes. How pathetic and dateless have I been the last two years, Angel thought.
"Yeah, if that's how ya wanna remember me," she shrugged. Angel decided to hell with it, just get to know her already. As friends. Yeah, as friends. He held out his hand.
"I'm Angel."
Drea took his hand with her own. "Drea. That's an interesting name you've got there. Have any meaning as to your character?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know. Does yours?" He asked back.
"I'm not sure. Drea means corageous. I don't know if I'm that at all." Angel decided that this girl was defenitely worth some of his time. She seemed intellectually interesting, he decided. Plus the fact that she was hot made her worth something. Maybe all his psychological problems were due to lack of sex. Maybe not. Maybe he was just lonely. Whatever he was, he thought that this one might be able to help out, whether she knew it or not. He smiled at her, wishing that he would show some self restraint and not use her.
"So, I'm gonna get another drink, seeing as mine got spilled. Care to join me?" He asked her casually. So much for restraint. Any minute now he'd probably jump her.
Drea looked over to where Faith was sitting, giving her a thumbs-up sign to okay the whole mess. What the hell, she thought.
"Sure, since it's kinda my fault it got spilled in the first place," Drea smiled softly, looking up into Angel's eyes. There was no problem getting to know him as a friend. Yeah, a friend. A special friend, she smiled. She stopped. Usually these special friends didn't last long. She didn't expect any to keep up with her. Or to want to. Oh well, she thought, he's cute enough to give it a shot. Drea sighed.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked her. All of a sudden a sad sense had washed over the girl's face.
"Yeah." she smiled, as though none of that sadness had passed through her eyes. She was good at concealing, he noticed. He didn't like it when people hid things from him--emotions.
"Let me get you a drink. I'd love to talk to you." Angel said to her. She smiled, and the dolor seemed to return for a brief moment, but then it was gone, hidden away in her heart. Somehow he felt that he wanted to see inside it.
~*~
"Have you guys seen Greg?" Oz asked the Dingoes' bassist Jay as they prepared backstage. Jay shook his head and started to warm up.
"Nope." He replied.
"Sorry, Oz, I dunno who you're talkin' bout." Spike replied. He had fit in well with the rest of the Dingoes, it seemed, but Greg, the drummer, had not shown up yet. Max and Jay had both arrived and gotten along with Spike fine, but the missing drummer caused some issues.
"Forget it." Oz mumbled.
Speak of the devil and he appears. Up walked Greg, cheery. "Hi guys. Ready to rock?"
Glares from all but Spike cast their way towards the tall, lanky drummer.
"What?" he asked.
"You're late." Max said.
"Aw, I'm always late. So, you guys had the drums set up for me right?"
More glares. "Who're you?" Greg asked the unfamiliar face.
"Spike. Singin for you today, mate." Spike replied.
"Yeeah okay, Billy Idol."
"Why does everyone call me that?" Spike mumbled, shuffling.
"Hair." Oz said.
"Jacket." Jay added.
"Vibe." Greg chipped in.
~*~
Buffy was seated at a table by herself, looking at the scene. The live band wasn't up yet, but the DJ was blasting a heavier kind of rock than what she usually favored. She could tolerate it for a while, but she wasn't so sure that she wanted to go out on the dance floor by herself and start dancing up a storm, what with the crowds and the amps and the not having anyone to dance with. Then again, she couldn't really dance too well to this music. She saw two gorgeous brunettes dancing together, perfectly in tune to the fast paced, energy filled music.
Everyone who wasn't involved in their own thing was watching them both, one with lighter skin, dark eyes and thick, wavy brown hair, and the other with thin, straight dark hair with a coppery tone, and bright green eyes that seemed almost unreal. The one with wavier hair was dressed a little sluttier than the other, in a tight leather pants and a dark purple, top whose hem rose just above her pierced bellybutton. The other was wearing nice dark jeans with a white muscle shirt that showed off her strong looking tan arms. Buffy looked away, slightly annoyed that guys would be giving those two girls so much attention. She would never do that, go out and just dance like she couldn't care less. She had dignity. Besides, what kinds of guys would like girls like them anyway?
Buffy looked over to see the girls off the dance floor, one headed for tables and another for the bar. The one towards the bar bumped into a guy who had caught Buffy's eye as soon as she walked in, and the two started to talk, having a familiar air between them. Oh. Those guys.
All of a sudden, as the gorgeous guy and the pretty girl had walked off towards the bar together, the band came out onstage. Buffy forgot all about the tall, dark guy in the leather jacket who walked off with the other girl. She had a new interest.
AN: Yeah yeah. Stupid ending, you konw who this interest is hopefully. My only interest is that yall review. Or else you dont get no more chapters!!!
Buffy left her penthouse apartment ready to go out that night. She wasn't going with anybody, just out. She was all dressed up and ready to go, blonde hair perfectly teased and her thousand dollar outfit was well worth the cost. She was ready to go out and meet some people. People who didn't care that she was partially famous. Were there such things? Probably not. Someone would probably recognize her and ask for signed photo or something.
That was why she was going to this club on the other side of town, the side of town where people probably would NOT recognize her. Triple threat, or something.
Dr. Giles said it would be good to get to know some people who either didn't know about her modeling success or who could care less, and from what Buffy had heard, this side of town was that kind of a place.
Buffy stepped out of her taxi and looked at the club. Loud, blaring rock was coming from the speakers. There was a line outside that curved around the block. Buffy headed for the end of it. This had better be worth it.
~*~
Faith and Drea were dancing on the crowded floor to the DJ while the Dingoes were setting up. They had requested Slipknot, and the DJ played Shadow's Fall. This was Triple Threat all right.
After a while, they got tired and while Faith got a table Drea went to get some drinks. She tried to push her way through the crowd at the bar, and while trying to do so bumped into a tall, dark guy and made him spill his drink.
"Oh, damn, I'm sorry." Drea said earnestly, looking down at the mess.
"Don't worry, it's fine." She looked up to see Mr. Tall Dark and Hott from the gym that afternoon. And he looked even better than she remembered, in a black leather jacket, black t-shirt and black pants. Think of something to say, dammit! Drea thought.
"You're the guy from the gym this afternoon, right?" She smiled softly.
"Oh, yeah. I remember you. Led Zeppelin girl, right?" She blushed a little and glanced up at him flirtatiously. It took just about all of Angel's will to keep his cool. She was pretty, sure, but her eyes were beautiful, yet seemingly out of place with her tones. He didn't even know this girl and already he was analyzing her eyes. How pathetic and dateless have I been the last two years, Angel thought.
"Yeah, if that's how ya wanna remember me," she shrugged. Angel decided to hell with it, just get to know her already. As friends. Yeah, as friends. He held out his hand.
"I'm Angel."
Drea took his hand with her own. "Drea. That's an interesting name you've got there. Have any meaning as to your character?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know. Does yours?" He asked back.
"I'm not sure. Drea means corageous. I don't know if I'm that at all." Angel decided that this girl was defenitely worth some of his time. She seemed intellectually interesting, he decided. Plus the fact that she was hot made her worth something. Maybe all his psychological problems were due to lack of sex. Maybe not. Maybe he was just lonely. Whatever he was, he thought that this one might be able to help out, whether she knew it or not. He smiled at her, wishing that he would show some self restraint and not use her.
"So, I'm gonna get another drink, seeing as mine got spilled. Care to join me?" He asked her casually. So much for restraint. Any minute now he'd probably jump her.
Drea looked over to where Faith was sitting, giving her a thumbs-up sign to okay the whole mess. What the hell, she thought.
"Sure, since it's kinda my fault it got spilled in the first place," Drea smiled softly, looking up into Angel's eyes. There was no problem getting to know him as a friend. Yeah, a friend. A special friend, she smiled. She stopped. Usually these special friends didn't last long. She didn't expect any to keep up with her. Or to want to. Oh well, she thought, he's cute enough to give it a shot. Drea sighed.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked her. All of a sudden a sad sense had washed over the girl's face.
"Yeah." she smiled, as though none of that sadness had passed through her eyes. She was good at concealing, he noticed. He didn't like it when people hid things from him--emotions.
"Let me get you a drink. I'd love to talk to you." Angel said to her. She smiled, and the dolor seemed to return for a brief moment, but then it was gone, hidden away in her heart. Somehow he felt that he wanted to see inside it.
~*~
"Have you guys seen Greg?" Oz asked the Dingoes' bassist Jay as they prepared backstage. Jay shook his head and started to warm up.
"Nope." He replied.
"Sorry, Oz, I dunno who you're talkin' bout." Spike replied. He had fit in well with the rest of the Dingoes, it seemed, but Greg, the drummer, had not shown up yet. Max and Jay had both arrived and gotten along with Spike fine, but the missing drummer caused some issues.
"Forget it." Oz mumbled.
Speak of the devil and he appears. Up walked Greg, cheery. "Hi guys. Ready to rock?"
Glares from all but Spike cast their way towards the tall, lanky drummer.
"What?" he asked.
"You're late." Max said.
"Aw, I'm always late. So, you guys had the drums set up for me right?"
More glares. "Who're you?" Greg asked the unfamiliar face.
"Spike. Singin for you today, mate." Spike replied.
"Yeeah okay, Billy Idol."
"Why does everyone call me that?" Spike mumbled, shuffling.
"Hair." Oz said.
"Jacket." Jay added.
"Vibe." Greg chipped in.
~*~
Buffy was seated at a table by herself, looking at the scene. The live band wasn't up yet, but the DJ was blasting a heavier kind of rock than what she usually favored. She could tolerate it for a while, but she wasn't so sure that she wanted to go out on the dance floor by herself and start dancing up a storm, what with the crowds and the amps and the not having anyone to dance with. Then again, she couldn't really dance too well to this music. She saw two gorgeous brunettes dancing together, perfectly in tune to the fast paced, energy filled music.
Everyone who wasn't involved in their own thing was watching them both, one with lighter skin, dark eyes and thick, wavy brown hair, and the other with thin, straight dark hair with a coppery tone, and bright green eyes that seemed almost unreal. The one with wavier hair was dressed a little sluttier than the other, in a tight leather pants and a dark purple, top whose hem rose just above her pierced bellybutton. The other was wearing nice dark jeans with a white muscle shirt that showed off her strong looking tan arms. Buffy looked away, slightly annoyed that guys would be giving those two girls so much attention. She would never do that, go out and just dance like she couldn't care less. She had dignity. Besides, what kinds of guys would like girls like them anyway?
Buffy looked over to see the girls off the dance floor, one headed for tables and another for the bar. The one towards the bar bumped into a guy who had caught Buffy's eye as soon as she walked in, and the two started to talk, having a familiar air between them. Oh. Those guys.
All of a sudden, as the gorgeous guy and the pretty girl had walked off towards the bar together, the band came out onstage. Buffy forgot all about the tall, dark guy in the leather jacket who walked off with the other girl. She had a new interest.
AN: Yeah yeah. Stupid ending, you konw who this interest is hopefully. My only interest is that yall review. Or else you dont get no more chapters!!!