The Spanish Wedding

Part 17B

The sun was setting, and by the time the limo's pulled up to the Sunnydale Sombrero Society, it was completely dark. The building was in the shape of a huge sombrero, and Ricky Martin's "Livin La Vida Loca" was blasting from the speakers.

"Bout time," said Spike. "I thought I was gonna have to walk around with this blanket on my head the whole day."

But no one answered him. Spike turned to see what Giles was up to, and got an eyeful.

"Bloody hell, can you two horn dogs keep your bloody hands off each other for one second?!" Spike yelled to Barbie and Giles. But they paid no attention to him.

"Whatever.." Spike started to say, but then realized something. "Whoa, I just used a scoobyism, this is bad."

He stuck his head out the sunroof of the limo and saw Xander and Anya stepping out onto the carpet.

"Get me out of here, please.." Spike silently begged. "I need to talk to Buffy."

Spike noticed a Spanish man in a sombrero and a tux and called him over the limo.

"Hey, you there, yeah you, the one in the silly lookin outfit," Spike said, not realizing that they had the exact same outfit on.

"Si Senor, how may I help you?" the man asked.

"I was just wondering, when are they going to let us into the party, a man can only take so much," he said as he motioned over to Barbie and Giles making out.

"Well, Mrs. Harris requested that she have pictures with her wedding party taken first, then guests can go on in."

"Well, I'm the best man, and I think I have every right to be in 'em pictures," Spike said.

"Ahh, you are the best man… you are, eh, Senor Spike?" the Spanish man asked Spike.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" said Spike.

"Well, I have a message for you, from a Senorita…Fluffy?" the man said, trying to read what he had wrote down.

"Fluf…oh Buffy…Buffy!?" Spike shouted.

"Si, that is it… Buffy, I knew I wrote it wrong."

"Well, what did she want?" Spike asked.

All of a sudden, a limo pulled up next to him, and the man was gone.

"Bloody hell!"

He stepped out of the car, and walked over to where the pictures were getting taken.

"Spike, there you are, we were wondering where our favorite best man went," Xander said in a cheery, yet sarcastic voice.

"Harris, no games now, have you seen Buffy?" Spike asked very seriously.

"She was just taking pictures with us," Anya chimed in. "But then she left after that. I told her that I needed a shot of the Best Man, which is you, and her together, but then she took off."

"Well, do you have any idea where she went?" Spike asked.

"She probably went inside, you know maybe she wanted to get to the free tacos while there were still some left…have you seen some of the ladies that are here…I have a feeling we should've ordered another truck-load," Xander joked.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go try to find her," Spike said.

"Smile!" said the photographer.

Xander and Anya hugged and posed for the picture, but Spike's sombrero was blocking Xander's head, unbeknownst to anyone else.

"Ohh, now I need a picture with Maria!!!" Anya announced. "Maria! Maria? Where are you Maria?"

Meanwhile, in the reception hall….

"Mmm…Senor, these tacos are delicious, especially since they're free!" announced Maria.

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An hour and six tacos later, Spike still couldn't find Buffy.

"Where could she be?" he thought. "I hope nothing happened…now stop it Spike, she's fine…if only I could find that man again."

All of a sudden, the lights went out, and the room went completely silent.

"This can't be good" thought Spike. "Buffy…where are you?"

All of a sudden, the lights started to flash, and Spike heard what sounded like clapping.

"What the hell?" he thought. "Is this some sort of Spanish custom or something?"

But when the music started to play, Spike knew exactly what was going on.

"Bugger! Maybe if I sneak out the back, they'll never know," he thought.

The sounds of the macarena started to play, and when Spike felt a pull on his arm, he knew he was trapped.

"Senor's and Senorita's" the DJ announced, "For your viewing pleasure, we have a very special guest here tonight…"

"Oh no.." Spike thought.

"Please welcome, Senor Spike, who will dance the macarena for us all tonight!"

Cheers were made and then Spike heard Xander's voice over the microphone,

"Hey Spike, probably thought I forgot, huh buddy?"

"I should've killed him four years ago," Spike thought.

Spike was interrupted from his thoughts of how he could get Xander back when he felt a pull on his arm.

"Dancing cutie!" yelled one of the Spanish women. "Dance for us sexy!"

The spotlight was focused on Spike now, and the whole room was staring at him.

"Why not?" Spike thought. "Didn't take two weeks worth of dance lessons for nothing!"

So he jumped out on the dance floor, and started to do the macarena.

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"Where is that stupid, arrogant, gorgeous, sexy vampire?" Buffy thought as she waited in sombrero suite 547 in the hotel that was connected to the reception hall.

"Maybe he doesn't want to come," Buffy thought sadly. "Maybe he doesn't want me.."

Buffy thought about this for a moment…

"No, he *so* wants me…"

Thoughts and excuses were flying through her head, and then she came to the most logical conclusion.

"He must not of gotten the message, that's it," she thought, trying to convince herself that he wasn't standing her up.

When her limo had pulled up at the reception hall, she spotted a man in the *exact* same suit and sombrero as Spike…so thinking it was him, she jumped out of the limo, jumped onto him, only to her horror, it had been some complete stranger. He worked at the Sombrero Society, so she asked him to give Spike the message.

"He probably just never got the message...yeah that's it...," Buffy thought. She didn't want to think that yet another man in her life was standing her up.

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Back in the reception hall…

"Go Spike, Go Spike!" cheered hundreds of women.

"Haha, they love me!" Spike thought. "I should do this professionally, ya know, Spike the Salsa Sombrero Senor of Sunny-D!"

"Heyyyy Macarena!" the crowd yelled.

"Yeah, you shake that sweet behind of yours you sexy fajita!" yelled Maria.

"Or not…" thought Spike.

The song ended, and Spike got a standing ovation and even a lacy red thong…

"Ohh, wonder who threw this?" Spike thought, as he looked seductively in the audience to see if maybe Buffy had given him a little surprise.

Spike looked over and saw a Spanish man standing to the side, winking at him.

"Bloody hell man! That's just…uhh…gross!" Spike said as he threw the underwear on the floor.

"Senor Spike, do you have anything to say, after that kick ass performance you gave us?" asked the DJ.

"All I'd like to say is thank you, thank you, really...it was nothing…glad you liked it, but I really must go now," Spike quickly said into the mic, as he took off his sombrero and was on his way to find Buffy.

"Oh, and one more thing- you..yea you with the underwear, don't try anything," Spike said as he pointed to the Spanish man who threw his panties.

And with that, he was off to find that mysterious man who had needed to give him a message, or even better, Buffy herself.