Warning: Slashiness and implied threesomeness.
Chapter Two
"Wish there were still two of me -- one to hold your sorry ass upright while you barf, one to stand by the road and laugh." If it weren't raining, that is. Xander pulled the blanket tighter around Spike, in a vain effort to keep it clean, and Spike somewhat dry. The vamp was out of his manic naked dancing stage, and now firmly in the grip of the 'yak on Xander's car seat if I don't stop' stage. "What the hell did you *eat* ?"
"Dunno. Had onions in it." Spike retched violently, then stood up, leaning against the side of the car. "Much better," he said after a minute.
"For some." Xander shuddered.
"Wimp."
"Drunk."
"Can't argue with you there." Spike fumbled inside his blanket with one hand. Xander blinked, then abruptly closed his eyes when it fell open.
"What're you *doing*?"
"Lookin' for my smokes."
"You're naked under there, you idiot."
Pause... "Knock knock, who's there, all Spike's bits, completely bare. So I am. Looked, did ya?"
Xander gritted his teeth. "The whole frickin' *town* looked, Spike. Anyway, I wouldn't let you smoke even if you could find 'em. You'd explode from all the beer on your breath."
"Aww, and here I thought you hated me."
"I do. I just don't want you splatting all over my car." Xander dared open his eyes again.
Blanket properly closed, and Spike watching him closely, swaying slightly. "Why drive downtown to sweep me off m'feet and carry me away, then, Sweet Prince?"
"Buffy told me to." Which was sort of true. She'd said 'Thank God,' after he'd volunteered.
"Oh. Yeah. Her." Spike's fingers twitched, like he *really* wanted that cigarette.
"That what this is about? Thought you were over her."
"I *am* . Just..." Spike shrugged, threatening to dislodge his blanket. "Sometimes, y'know. Gets to me. If I'm gonna make a fool of m'self, rather do it on purpose."
"Ah." Like getting so drunk he could pretend he didn't know he was naked. Xander pulled the passenger door open and guided the vampire inside. "Come on, Spike. Let's go home."
