AUTHOR: Goddess Isa
EMAIL: goddessisa@aol.com
SUMMARY: A crazy Xander fic. Response to KendraBee's challenge g
SPOILER: None really
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just email me & lmk where it's going - I like seeing my name in print =)
FEEDBACK: Please, I'd hate to have to Slay for it. =P
RATING: TV-PG
DISCLAIMER: Slayerettes and Sunnydale = Joss. Depressed, bitter, angry, depressed, bitter and angry = me
"I hate my job," Xander complained. "I really, really, really hate my job."
Willow pulled the cotton out of her ears and leaned closer to him. "What?"
"I said I hate my job!" he yelled.
Willow put her arms up and shrugged. "I can't hear you."
He rolled his eyes and carried the tray full of dirty dishes to the back. He *hated* being a busboy, but being the busboy at the Bronze was the worst. All his friends could see and make fun of him. Not one of his after high school goals.
Xander went back out into the club and went over to a table where Oz and Buffy sat. Oz held up two one dollar bills.
"What's that?" Xander asked.
"A tip," Buffy said.
"It was just lying on the table when we got here." Oz added.
"Okay," Xander took it and stuffed it into his pants pocket.
"Can I get one of those ice-pop thingys?" Buffy asked. "I need something cold."
"Number one, I'm not a waiter." Xander said. "And number two, we don't have ice-pops."
"Damn," Buffy made a face.
"Whoa, check out Angel."
Everyone followed Oz's gaze. His clothes were torn, in fact, his duster was practically gone.
"What happened?" Buffy asked him.
"There was this Dalmatian outside, tied to a tree, or so I thought. She got one whiff of me and started hopping all around me. I couldn't get her off." he frowned. "She messed up my favorite duster."
"I'm sorry sweetie," Buffy kissed his cheek. "Let's go home, I'll make it better."
"Gag me," Xander muttered.
"Second that," Oz added.