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Title: A Drinking We Will Go © January 2000
Author: Samantha Gold
E-mail: SpikesLittleGoddess@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I don't own them! Never will!
…unless Joss is interested in trading for my CD collection…
Classification: Challenge Fic
Spoilers: Just to be on the safe side, let's say that everything's
fair game, okay?
Feedback: Don't make me beg! I *need* it!
Requirements:
-Spike
-Christmas celebrations - decorating etc
-Someone getting drunk
-Something embarrassing been told
-Chocolate cake
-A bean bag chair
-Someone waking up with someone unexpected
-The quote, "On the count of
kick...Kick!" (Robin Hood Men in Tights) or "What on earth are you
doing to the furniture?" (Dracula- Dead & Loving it)
-A pink haired troll (you know those small, evil plastic things with pink hair)
-Danger Mouse boxer shorts
"Hahaha, gimme another one!" Buffy shouted at the
bartender drunkenly as she slammed her glass down on the counter, breaking it.
"Oopsies!" She announced with a shrug.
"Slayer, you're drunk!" Spike teased.
"I not drunk!" Buffy declared defiantly, standing up
quickly. She promptly fell down. "Ooh, just a bit tipsy."
"It's Christmas, pet, you're supposed to have fun,
not get wasted," he chided.
"Beer good," she told him, pouting. "Beer
fun!" She added with a smile.
"Come along now, luv," he said, pulling her by the
arm.
"No! No want go home. Wanna stay here! Stay, Spiky,"
she slurred, pulling back hard and spinning herself around in a circle before
falling down again. She looked around confusedly. "Who hit me?" She
demanded.
"No one, pet. Now, 'Spiky' is going home and you're
coming, Slayer," he told her as he pulled her back to her feet.
"Ohh," Buffy complained as he dragged her out of the
bar. "Ooh! Look, Spiky, look! Christmas lights!" She grinned, then
broke into a mad dash for a large pine in front of a fancy home.
"Slayer!" Spike yelled, running after her. For
someone who was piss-drunk she was certainly running fast.
Buffy laughed before climbing up the tree, crushing as many
light bulbs as she could and giggling with glee every time she heard the crunch
of one snapping between her fingers. When she reached the top, she called down
to Spike "Come on, Spiky! It fun here up!"
"Uh, ducks, I think you mean 'up here'," Spike
corrected her. "Now come on down!"
She shook her head. "Come *up,* Spiky!"
He shook his head. "Slayer-" he protested.
She pouted. "Want you up now!" She screamed at him.
Spike swallowed. "I can't, luv! I'm afraid of
heights!" He admitted, smiling sheepishly.
Buffy gasped dramatically. "You 'fraid?!" She
echoed. The she grinned devilishly. "Spiky's 'fraid o' heights! Spiky's
'fraid o' heights!" She began chanting.
"Slayer, shut up!" He yelled. She didn't of
course. He sighed. "Slayer, there's chocolate cake at your house! If you
come down, you can have some!" He called to her in a singsong voice.
Buffy's face lit up. "Chocolate cake?" She cried.
She quickly climbed down the tree. "Chocolate cake, Spiky! Me want me
chocolate cake!"
"You'll get it as soon as we get to your house,
pet," he assured her, wondering if he'd survive until then.
**********
Xander fell down in the green and red Christmas bean bag chair
that sat by the Summers' Christmas tree. He laughed. "Everything all
decorated!" He declared.
Joyce nodded, falling down herself, spilling some of her
eggnog on the front of her shirt. She pouted. "Wasted eggnog!"
Xander grinned. "Like eggnog," he stated, tipping
back the glass. He looked up at Joyce. "Like Joyce," he declared.
Joyce smiled back at him. "Like Joyce, have Joyce,"
she told him throwing her glass to the side. It crashed into the wall,
shattering into pieces.
"Sh'will!" Xander slurred, doing the same with his
glass.
They both stood up. "Room 'stairs," Joyce told him
with a smirk.
"Go t'room," Xander decided.
Joyce pushed Xander into the wall. "Me beat you
there!" She taunted, before running up the stairs.
Xander jumped up. "Not!" He yelled, running after
her. They collapsed in her room. The door closed, muffling their giggles…
"What on earth are you doing to the furniture?"
Giles cried, sticking his head in from the kitchen. He looked around the living
room and seeing no one, went back in. "Whatever happened to the bottle of
vodka I brought?" He wondered aloud.
**********
Buffy tumbled up her steps, then slammed into the front door.
"Blocked!" She declared. "Break it down! Help me, Spiky! On the
count of kick…kick!"
"Whoa, Slayer," Spike said, catching her as she
tried to run down the door, but fell. Holding her up with one arm, he opened the
door with his free hand. "See? It opens."
"Oh…" She said, as though he had just revealed the
secrets of the world to her.
"Now come on," he said, pushing her through the
door, then following.
Buffy shrieked. "NO!!!" She yelled.
"What is it, luv?" Spike asked. Buffy pointed. He
followed her finger to a pink-haired troll, grinning evilly from under the tree.
"Satan help us!" He cried.
"What in Christ's name is all the racket?" Giles
yelled, meeting them in the hall.
"Damn troll," Spike shouted.
"She doesn't like it?" Giles asked.
"Troll evil," Buffy whispered. "Troll must
DIE!" She ran at the troll, stumbled and fell, knocking the Christmas tree
down. It clobbered both Spike and Giles, knocking them both out cold. "I
guess it dead now," she decided, walking away nonchalantly.
**********
Next morning,
Xander woke up. "Hmm," he murmured opening his eyes
at the same time as the blond woman next to him did. They looked at each other
frantically, then jumped up screaming.
As they jumped up, they realized that they were wearing less
clothing than a Baywatch girl. Looking down, they screamed again, diving for the
bed. They each clutched part of the covers to them.
"Please tell me that what I think happened really didn't,"
Xander begged.
"Oh God…" Joyce moaned.
The door burst open.
"Mom? I though I hea – OHMYGOD!" Buffy shouted,
realizing that her mom was in bed with her best friend.
Spike appeared beside her. "What's with all the bloody
yelling, Slayer…Be damned Lucifer!"
"It was the eggnog," Xander tried weakly.
"It was spiked," Joyce meekly added.
Buffy shook her head, looking sick as she hurried away. Spike
followed her. "And you say *I* get crazy when I get drunk!"
"I take it back!"
End
Okay, okay, so it could've been better! So
what? Feedback anyway! J