Say What Kareoke?

Summary: Buffy and the gang head to L. A. and visit a certain Kareoke bar. There is a bit of BTVS/Angel crossover, but no reunion type thing. The guys are there only to have fun!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, Joss Whedon and UPN do. Though Christmas is coming soon, hint, hint! ;) Also, I don't own any of the songs used in this fan fic.

This story takes place during the 6th season.

Author's note: This is made to be somewhat humorous, though I'm better at drama and romance.

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It was a Friday night in Sunnydale. The Scooby Gang were hanging out in the living room of the Summer's house. Dawn was channel surfing, with no luck. Nothing good was ever on, on Friday. "Man, this place is dead," Xander said. "Oh, thanks," Buffy said.

"That's not what I meant. Usually something's happening!"

"He's right," Willow sighed. "We're on a Hellmouth....and it's less...helly."

"Less helly?" They all looked at her. "What?! I'm not Giles okay! I can't do the whole witty thing! I do the whole uncomfortable with the situation thing!"

"I think your witty, honey," Tara said. "Xander, I'm bored, entertain me, " Anya said. "Uh, okay.... We could play surades."

"Boo!"

"Is that the best you could come up with?" Buffy asked. "My brains in my feet here, okay." Buffy sighed. "Maybe I should go out patrolling again."

"You went patrolling three times tonight," Dawn said. "Nuh-huh, two, that last one didn't count 'cause I was really going window shopping. I saw a cute pair of boots!" They were all silent for awhile.

"I know!" They all jumped. "Oh, sorry," Tara said. "Well what's the idea? I mean the know?" Dawn asked. "Well, I was reading up in my Wicca Newsletter...."

"They have a Wicca Newsletter?" Xander asked. "Shhhh!"

"Yea, anyway, there's this place in L. A., a demon bar, for humans too I mean. The owners called the Host and he gives free soul readings."

"Really? Cool!"

"L. A.? I don't know," Buffy said. "Come on, Buff. We haven't been on a road trip since....well ever!" Dawn begged. "Well, I guess we could drop in for just a day or two, its only two hours to L. A."

"It sounds like fun," Willow agreed. "I don't know, I'm afraid I already know what the guys gonna say," Xander said. "What could be so bad, Xander?"

"I'm a useless idiot with no purpose in life and I'm a futile waste of human DNA....Hey! I just sounded intelligent! Bring that Host on!"

"There's a catch," Tara breathed. They all looked at her. "You have too," she stuttered a bit," sing."

"What?!"

"What the heck do you mean?" Anya questioned. "It's like a Kareoke bar, you have to sing first." They all looked at each other. "That would be fun," Dawn finally said. "No way!" Willow declared. "No way no how! I can't.....that was my nightmare remember!"

"You should overcome you fears, Will," Buffy said. "Are you going to sing?" Buffy pressed her lips together. "Huh?" She grumbled something. "What was that, we didn't catch it, Buffy?" Xander lifted a hand to his ear to mock her. "I said if you all agree to sing I'll do it too!"

"I...I...think it would be a fun time, too," Tara spoke up. "Yea, okay, why not, embarrassing myself doesn't seem so bad, I've done it a million times," Xander agreed. "Okay, let's leave tomorrow," Buffy said. "We can stay the night and the day after," Dawn said all enthused. "We must really be desperate for something to do if we're going all the way to L. A., " Willow said. "That and the author is trying to put us in a uncompromising situation," Anya added.

"What?"

"Nothing."

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"Okay, everybody ready?" Xander asked. They were outside, loitering in the drive way of the Summer's house the following day. It was around 3 o'clock. "Yep!"

"We'll see you guys there!" Dawn waved from the porch. "What?" Buffy was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Spike's coming, too. I thought he needed some company."

"Who said he was coming?" Xander glared at him. Spike was standing on the porch smoking a cigarette. He glared back at Harris. "Well, you know, British guys have good singing voices, and we can't leave him alone all weekend."

"Yea, I'd die without your intellectual conversations," he said sarcastically.

"And how exactly are you getting there?" Buffy asked. "Spike's motorcycle, of course."

"What?! No way, it's bad enough you're going with Spike-"

"It's bad enough Spike's coming," Xander said. "Shut up, Harris."

"Oh, why don't you make me! Oh, wait, you can't, you'll turn into a pile of dust!"

"Xander."

"Yea, Buff?"

"Shut up," she continued, " You are not riding on a motorcycle! You'll come with us in the car." Xander grinned. Both Dawn and Spike became sullen. "Well, it's not fair to leave Spike alone! He gets bored too."

"You're right," Buffy said. "Spike, you can come in the car with us." Spike grinned. Xander stopped smiling.

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"Xander, can't you go any faster?"

"It's traffic, Buffy," he replied. "There's hardly any!"

"I told you he drives like a snail driving slow," Anya said.

Xander and Anya were in the front seat. Tara, Willow, Buffy, Dawn, and Spike were squished into the back seat. They had taped up the back windows with wax paper. Dawn was sitting on Buffy's lap; part of her was leaning against Spike, who didn't seem to care too much. Being dead, he had gotten used to being in small spaces for long periods of time.

"We'd like to get there before the next millenium," Willow groaned. She put her arm behind Tara to get more comfortable.

"Hey, It's my car, anyone who doesn't like it get out. I will not tolerate back seat driving!"

They all shut up.

"Are we there yet?" Anya asked. "Bloody hell," Spike grunted.

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It took them three hours to get there thanks to Xander's driving. It was 6:20 when they arrived in L. A. and stopped for lunch at a Blue Burrito, a very good fast food mexican restaurant. Spike had to stay in the car since the sun had not entirely set yet. He had brought his flask with him and was taking sips from it. Buffy wasn't sure if it was blood or brandy he was drinking.

The club didn't open until eight. So they had some time to kill. Tara and Willow had gone to a cute boutique down the street after they ate. "Think I should get some new clothes?" Dawn asked. The only outfits she had with her were the one she was wearing, the one she brought for tomorrow, and a dress, just incase she wanted to change. "You look fine, besides, you don't want to draw a lot of attention," Buffy said. She nodded.

"Well, the cover charge is five bucks, plus drinks are free tonight if you sing. Some sort of reopening, the place got trashed or something," Xander said as he walked up to them. "Might I mention that none of you are actually legalized to drink, yet somehow you always manage to get drinks," Spike yelled from the car. "We have a lucky alcohol fairy," Xander joked. "Shut up, Harris."

"Why do you say that every time I speak?"

"Because I hate to hear you talk, I'd rather you stop speaking all together. Anything that comes out of your mouth is hot air."

"Know what? I think we should just leave him here when we go home," he said turning back to Buffy and Dawn. "Be nice," Buffy. "He can baby-sit Dawn."

"Hey! I don't need a baby-sitter!"

"They might not even let you in," Buffy reminded her. Dawn scowled and walked to the car.

"It's okay, little bit, if they don't let you in we can go tear up the town."

"As far as your chip will allow," she pointed out. "Oh, we'll be able to cause enough trouble all right.

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Dawn was walking on air. They had let her in. Mostly because Spike said she was a 500 year old Assimilate demon. The place was humming with demons and human alike. There were cool neon lights around the bar and cute little round tables with bar stools, as well as booths in the corner. They had gotten two tables next to each other near the center front of the stage.

A green demon with red eyes and horns was up on stage singing "Hooked on a Feeling". He was dressed in a cheesy disco outfit. Someone had said he was the Host.

Buffy had learned that music wasn't a obsession with all of his clan of demons. He had opened the place as a refuge for demons, hence the no demon violence spell that was enforced, which was changed to a no violence period spell.

"Look at all these songs," Anya said. Her and Tara were looking through the song menu.

"They have any recent ones?" Dawn asked. "You can sing anything you want as long as you how to play it or a CD of it," Tara told her. "I signed us up to do a duet, Xander," Anya said walking back to the table. "What?!"

"I said 'I signed-"

"I heard you the first time! Why?"

"Because, it'll be fun, I already picked the song."

"Oh god, Anya!"

"Xander, we all agreed we'd sing if everyone else would," Willow reminded him. "Yea, but I don't want to sing first!" he squeaked. "Come on, Harris, don't be such a baby."

The Host came up on the stage. "Next up, a duet by Anya Smith and Xander Harris, all the way from Sunnydale."

"Get it over and done with," Buffy said. "Easy for you to say!" Xander growled as Anya dragged him onto the stage.

End of Part 1