Part 14

Part 14

"Anya should be here any minute now!" Willow exclaimed.

Ding, Dong, the doorbell rang.

"Oh that's her! Lemme get it!" Buffy yelled.

Buffy ran to open the door, and when she opened it, was greeted with over twenty people standing on her front porch.

"Ummm, can I help you?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy! Buffy!" Anya yelled from behind a tall Spanish woman.

"Anya? Is that you?" Buffy yelled.

"Yes, it is me, and these are some of Maria's friends," Anya explained. "I invited them to come to the party since she has helped me out so much with the wedding. Plus, I wanted more gifts."

"Anya, we don't have room for all of these people in my house!" Buffy yelled as Anya finally made her way up to the door. It was true, there wasn't enough room for all of them, her living room could fit about 12, and some of these women were, uh, slightly heavy.

"Yes we can, we will just have to squish," Anya said. "Or we can just let them hang out in the kitchen, they should feel right at home there."

"Usted pequeña perra!" yelled one of the ladies in Spanish, one of the heavy ladies.

"Huh?" asked Anya. "Wait where are you going?!"

But it was too late, two of Maria's friends turned to leave and started to walk away.

"Was it something I said?" Anya asked, oblivious to the fact that she had out right insulted them in front of everyone.

"Si, it was Anya…they just called you a little bitch," Maria said.

"Ohhh, I am not their little bitch, I am Xander, and only Xander's bitch," Anya said with a playful look on her face.

"I think they're mad because you just said they could hang out in the kitchen, and well, they're a little overweight, so they took it as an insult," Tara explained.

"Oh, well, I was just being honest..I mean they were a little chunky, were they not?"

"Two down, eighteen to go," thought Buffy.

"So Buffy, if I have not insulted anyone else as of yet, can they please stay?" Anya asked.

"Okay Anya, it's your party," Buffy reluctantly said.

"Good, alright Senoritas, let's go!" Anya yelled, as all of them tried to shove in the door at once.

"Could this night get any worse?" Buffy asked to Willow.

She didn't know the answer then, but yes, it was about to get much worse.

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"Xander, man, what a place to have a party!" yelled Steve, one of his construction worker friends.

"Yeah, well you don't have me to thank, you have my good friend Spike here," Xander said as he pointed to Spike, who was sitting by a table in the corner of the room, having a beer by himself.

"I've never seen him around before," Steve said.

"Then why don't I introduce you two?" Xander asked.

Xander and Steve walked over to the table where Spike was sitting, and tried to start up a conversation.

"Hi, I'm Steve, a friend of Xander," Steve said. "So you threw this big party for him, huh? You two must be real close."

"No, really, it was nothing, I was just doing a favor for an old pal of mine," Spike said as he glared at Xander.

"Spike, can I talk to you for a minute?" Xander asked as he grabbed him by the arm.

"Bloody hell! What's wrong with you now? None of the Hooters girls giving you any attention?" Spike said.

"Actually, no, they're all over Giles…listen, Spike, you threw me this great party, just try to be normal for a night and act like a human…talk, interact with others," Xander pleaded.

"Bloody hell alright…I'll try, but I'm only doin it cause I don't want you to kick me out of the wedding party..then I won't get my chance to surprise the slayer at the wedding. Plus, I didn't take those bloody ridiculous dancing classes for nothing, eh?"

"Good, Spike," Xander said as if he was talking to a dog, and was tempted to mess up his hair, but knew if he did that then Spike would probably vamp out and then the party would end, and Xander really wanted to see the strippers.

Half an Hour later…

The music was basting and Spike had to admit, he was having a good time. Or at least, better than he ever thought he could have at the bricklayer's bachelor party.

"Harris, I gotta say, this party isn't that bad so far," Spike admitted.

"See Spike, I knew you would have fun, you just gotta try."

Spike continued dancing, and with every Hooters waitress he danced with, all he thought of was Buffy. The way she moved when she danced, how hot she looked when she just let herself go, how erotic she could be.

"Hell, she would even look sexy mowing the lawn-wait no scratch that," Spike thought.

"Mowing the lawn in a g-string and baby tee." Now that was better.

All the thoughts of the slayer and dancing led his mind back to that night where he had first laid eyes on her. She was dancing oh so seductively at The Bronze with a bunch of her Scoobies. The minute he saw her, he knew he had to have her. In a sick, twisted sort of way, he had loved her, even back then.

"I'm drowning in you Summers." Spike's voice played it over and over in his mind. That was the night he had told her that he was in love with her.

"You think we're dancing?" asked Buffy's voice in his head.

"That's all we've ever done," Spike's voice answered.

"Come in Spike," Buffy's voice said to him.

"I know that I'm a monster. But you treat me like a man," said Spike's voice.

"Something's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you."

"I…love you"

"I've gotta go find her," Spike said to himself.

He turned and headed for the door, but was unable to get out because someone was coming in.

"Watch out, coming through!" Barbie yelled, a very large tray of wings in hand.

"Are those wings?" Spike asked to Barbie.

"Why yes they are cutie."

"I think I'll stay just a few more minutes," Spike said to himself, and grabbed a plate and loaded up on the wings.

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Meanwhile, at Buffy's the party was underway and things had been going as well as they could considering she had to make food and seating arrangements for ten people more.

"Dawn, help me fold the tacos," Buffy asked her sister.

"Alright, can I try one though first?" Dawn asked.

"Yeah, sure, you can tell me if I put enough meat in," Buffy said.

Dawn took a bite and immediately looked repulsed, and spit the taco out.

"Dawn what's wrong?" Buffy asked, refusing to believe it was her cooking that was bad.

"Buffy, what did you put in these tacos?" Dawn asked as she ran to get a glass of water.

"Umm, the usual, meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato, hot sauce…"

"Hot sauce? Why did you put hot sauce on the tacos? Dawn asked.

"Well, Anya told me to spice it up a little," Buffy said.

"How much did you use?"

"Only a bottle per taco," Buffy said as if nothing was wrong.

"A bottle? Are you serious? You're gonna burn our insides here!"

"How many have you made so far?" Dawn asked.

"Umm…forty," Buffy said quietly.

"Forty!? Buffy, you can't serve people these tacos, they'll get sick," Dawn said.

"But look at it this way," Buffy said. "Then we'll chase em out, and we'll actually have room to sit on our own couch."

"Buffy, we can't do that, they're Anya's friends..actually, they're not Anya's friends, but I have a better idea," Dawn said.

"Well please share, because I have eighteen hungry Spanish ladies out there waiting for a stripper who hasn't shown up yet and their food."

"Just go to taco bell, order forty 99 cent chalupas, and they'll never know the difference," Dawn said.

"Dawn, I love you! You're a genius!" Buffy yelled as she hugged her sis. "I owe you big time."

"I know, I know, and you can repay me later, but now you have to try to get home in time for the 'cake', wouldn't want you to miss the Ricky look-alike that is gonna jump out," Dawn said.

"I can't believe I'm gonna let you witness that," Buffy laughed. "When I was fifteen, I was slaying vampires, not anticipating a knock on the door from some stripper to jump out of a cake."

"We sure do lead unusual lives," Dawn said as she laughed with her sister.

"Well, I better go, I have some ordering to do, and you know what a pain those drive in windows are," Buffy said. "Tell Willow and Tara what's up, but not Anya, she'll end up telling the whole party that I can't cook."

"Gotcha," Dawn said. "Now go!"

"I'm going! I'm going."

Buffy grabbed her keys and headed for the back door.

"Oh and Dawn?"

"Yeah Buffy?"

"Don't, I repeat, Don't let the stripper jump out of the cake until I get back, got it?"

"Got it."

Buffy walked to her car, started the engine, and headed for the Taco Bell, the one that just happened to be right next door to a Hooters restaurant on the highway.

End Part 14