She sat on the bed and sagged. Her cheeks were aching from fake smiles and her eyes were red with unshed tears.
She rubbed her forehead with her hand and slipped to the floor gasping in pain as she felt Angel try to break down her defences and enter her mind. Lines of pain were etched into her skull as Angel searched for a weakness. She reached out blindly and grabbed Spike's suitcase pulling it towards her she reached inside and drew out a bottle full of colourless liquid, reeling from the smell she tipped it up and took a large swallow.
She coughed horribly as nausea crept upon her, then stopped in surprise as she felt the pain subside.
"Finally a use for drink," and she held her nose and drank half the bottle in one swig. She reached to put it into Spike's bag, then noticed something else in it. She picked up the box and turned it over in her hand, reading the back before taking it into the bathroom, picking up some scissors on the way.
Spike was just about to give up on finding something interesting on TV when Blue burst through the door.
"Ta-dah!" she shouted.
Spike wolf-whistled appreciatively. "Well go Blue!"
Blue performed a deft curtsy as Spike looked her up and down. She was wearing stilettos, which added a good six inches to her height, she was wearing a tight pair of faded bluey-grey jeans. She wore a black top with long flared sleeves trailing over her hands; it had a pleated front panel reminiscent of a medieval ball gown but the whole outfit went nicely nonetheless. The biggest change was her hair, she'd used Spike's dye - heavily diluted - to bleach it blonde and she'd cut it much shorter, layering it to make it fly-away and fluffy.
"So, what are you wearing?" she asked, hands on hips.
"This," Spike replied looking down at himself.
"Fine," she replied, rolling her eyes. "So," looking down at herself. "What do you think?"
"Blue you look fa -" then he noticed a sad expression fleeting crossing her face, so sad it scared him. "fat"
He watched as her jaw dropped and a beautifully outraged look rested on her face. "Hey!" She picked up a nearby cushion and chucked it at him. "Just because I'm not a stick insect like all those vampire bimbos you go out with does *not* mean I'm fat."
"You should see it as a compliment" Spike said approaching her cautiously.
"And why's that?" She asked as he began to escort her out the door.
"Because I only tell the people I really love that they're fat."
"Aaah, really?"
"Yeah," he said, shutting the door after them.
"You really love me?"
"Yeah," he looked down at her, "I do"
"Well, I love you too Spike"
"Aaah, really?" he replied in a not so flattering imitation.
She slapped him gently in the stomach.
"So," his face was serious now and he took her hands in his. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.
"The new clothes, the new haircut, abandoning your man." She looked at her new stilettos. "For a start where did you get those from?"
"The clothes? I had them packed."
"The jeans maybe" Spike scoffed, "but what about the shoes."
"I cheated."
"Magic, right. Well what -" Then he looked at her, she wasn't going to tell him anything right now. "What do you want to do tonight, are you trying to pull or what?"
She grinned, glad at being let off the hook. "You got me there Spike."
"Good, 'cause you see I was just wondering, if this is just a whole rebound thing,"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you think it should be me?"
She looked at him a second, at his serous, earnest face, the collapsed into helpless giggles.
Spike looked hurt. "I was being serious."
"I'm -" she composed herself, stifling the giggles. "I'm very, very sorry Spike."
"Good, 'cos I'm deadly serious."
"Really?" and sat on the banister sliding slowly down her trousers squeaking on the white paint.
"I've thought this through Blue. I'm your best friend - more or less - I'm on the rebound from Drusilla you from . . ." he looked to her for help, but she was concentrating on descending down the banister, he sighed, annoyed. "Whoever, all we really need now is a night of drunken sex and a lifetime of awkwardness to follow it up."
"Much as it sounds like a wonderful proposition," Spike raised his eyebrows, and she blushed slightly in reply. "I don't do sex with evil people."
"You're no fun Blue," Spike scolded.
She grinned good-naturedly. "Anyway, all I want to do is go to a club, drink, dance, find someone to snog, then go home and be sick."
"I know just the place."
Four demons of various types were having an illicit card game in the corner while at the bar a vampire lay unconscious in a puddle of beer.
"Spike" Willy greeted.
"Willy" Spike replied, then looked to Blue for approval.
"No."
She rubbed her forehead with her hand and slipped to the floor gasping in pain as she felt Angel try to break down her defences and enter her mind. Lines of pain were etched into her skull as Angel searched for a weakness. She reached out blindly and grabbed Spike's suitcase pulling it towards her she reached inside and drew out a bottle full of colourless liquid, reeling from the smell she tipped it up and took a large swallow.
She coughed horribly as nausea crept upon her, then stopped in surprise as she felt the pain subside.
"Finally a use for drink," and she held her nose and drank half the bottle in one swig. She reached to put it into Spike's bag, then noticed something else in it. She picked up the box and turned it over in her hand, reading the back before taking it into the bathroom, picking up some scissors on the way.
Spike was just about to give up on finding something interesting on TV when Blue burst through the door.
"Ta-dah!" she shouted.
Spike wolf-whistled appreciatively. "Well go Blue!"
Blue performed a deft curtsy as Spike looked her up and down. She was wearing stilettos, which added a good six inches to her height, she was wearing a tight pair of faded bluey-grey jeans. She wore a black top with long flared sleeves trailing over her hands; it had a pleated front panel reminiscent of a medieval ball gown but the whole outfit went nicely nonetheless. The biggest change was her hair, she'd used Spike's dye - heavily diluted - to bleach it blonde and she'd cut it much shorter, layering it to make it fly-away and fluffy.
"So, what are you wearing?" she asked, hands on hips.
"This," Spike replied looking down at himself.
"Fine," she replied, rolling her eyes. "So," looking down at herself. "What do you think?"
"Blue you look fa -" then he noticed a sad expression fleeting crossing her face, so sad it scared him. "fat"
He watched as her jaw dropped and a beautifully outraged look rested on her face. "Hey!" She picked up a nearby cushion and chucked it at him. "Just because I'm not a stick insect like all those vampire bimbos you go out with does *not* mean I'm fat."
"You should see it as a compliment" Spike said approaching her cautiously.
"And why's that?" She asked as he began to escort her out the door.
"Because I only tell the people I really love that they're fat."
"Aaah, really?"
"Yeah," he said, shutting the door after them.
"You really love me?"
"Yeah," he looked down at her, "I do"
"Well, I love you too Spike"
"Aaah, really?" he replied in a not so flattering imitation.
She slapped him gently in the stomach.
"So," his face was serious now and he took her hands in his. "What's going on?"
"What do you mean?" she asked nervously.
"The new clothes, the new haircut, abandoning your man." She looked at her new stilettos. "For a start where did you get those from?"
"The clothes? I had them packed."
"The jeans maybe" Spike scoffed, "but what about the shoes."
"I cheated."
"Magic, right. Well what -" Then he looked at her, she wasn't going to tell him anything right now. "What do you want to do tonight, are you trying to pull or what?"
She grinned, glad at being let off the hook. "You got me there Spike."
"Good, 'cause you see I was just wondering, if this is just a whole rebound thing,"
"Yeah?"
"Don't you think it should be me?"
She looked at him a second, at his serous, earnest face, the collapsed into helpless giggles.
Spike looked hurt. "I was being serious."
"I'm -" she composed herself, stifling the giggles. "I'm very, very sorry Spike."
"Good, 'cos I'm deadly serious."
"Really?" and sat on the banister sliding slowly down her trousers squeaking on the white paint.
"I've thought this through Blue. I'm your best friend - more or less - I'm on the rebound from Drusilla you from . . ." he looked to her for help, but she was concentrating on descending down the banister, he sighed, annoyed. "Whoever, all we really need now is a night of drunken sex and a lifetime of awkwardness to follow it up."
"Much as it sounds like a wonderful proposition," Spike raised his eyebrows, and she blushed slightly in reply. "I don't do sex with evil people."
"You're no fun Blue," Spike scolded.
She grinned good-naturedly. "Anyway, all I want to do is go to a club, drink, dance, find someone to snog, then go home and be sick."
"I know just the place."
Four demons of various types were having an illicit card game in the corner while at the bar a vampire lay unconscious in a puddle of beer.
"Spike" Willy greeted.
"Willy" Spike replied, then looked to Blue for approval.
"No."