Title: Willy's Bar
Author: scummbar
E-mail: scummbar@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Still don't own it but negotiations with Joss Whedon are being planned :p
As soon as she walked through the door, Willy couldn't take his eyes off her, neither could a lot of the other inhabitants of the bar. They watched her as she strode towards him. Long wavy platinum hair, her duster trailing behind her. Her murderous blue eyes glaring at him as she grabbed a stool and sat on it. Part of him was fascinated and another part just wanted to run away and hide under a table. "O-neg and whisky," she ordered. "And if you tell me I ain't welcome here, I'll rip out your heart and serve it to ya."
"Why would I do that?" Willy asked nervous over her choice of words and placed the drink in front of her. "It's on the house," he added trying to give a charming smile which just looked like a sneer. Spike looked at him a little confused over what Willy was trying to do with his face and just sighed and stared at the crimson drink in his glass. He didn't know why he had come here. He was sick and tired of not being able to do anything and this wasn't helping. He wanted to do something anything to change back but going to that Sire of his was not one of them. He could look after himself bloody well without needing the help of that nancy boy hair gelled wanker. And he would prove it even if he had to pick a fight with every demon in this bar. Suddenly a hulking figure sat next to him. The stool straining against the huge muscular weight that was being placed on it. Fine may as well start somewhere he thought.
"Hey sugar," the demon husked. Spike closed his eyes as a wave of foul smelling air blasted his face.
"Great I have to get hit on by a bloody fungus demon," Spike hissed and turned to face the demon that now appeared to be dripping over the counter. Not only was it a fungus demon it was the same one that Dru had cheated on him with. He smiled oh he was going to enjoy fighting this one.
The demon took his smile to be an invitation to carry on. He placed his hand onto Spikes thigh. Spike looked at him and then whacked the hand off his leg he stood up and glared into him. "What in sodding hell do you think you're doing!" he yelled. Hi s adrenaline was pumping as he tightened his fists eagerly anticipating a fight.
"Hey, leave the lady alone," a deep voice called out from behind Spike. Spike turned around in frustration. His eyes widened as he realised that the demon who had said it was the one who with another demon had beaten him up months ago and chucked him out of the bar. Well this was getting better he could fight this guy and the demon. After all, he thought with a smirk what was the point of a fight you know you're gonna win. Now all he had to do was to provoke him. That shouldn't be too hard he thought but he would have to do it so none of the bloody idiots could suspect anything, he slowly sat back down.
"…Spike" the demon said.
"What?" he replied quickly. Oh no he thought he's only gone and bleeding well found me out.
"I asked," repeated the demon. "How a pretty girl like you ended up with a traitorous demon killer bastard like Spike,"
Spike looked at him in bewilderment, "What?…How?"
The demon smiled at her, he couldn't believe his luck. She had obviously been so impressed with his rescue of her that she was unable to think of anything else. Now that he had obviously had an effect on her with his chivalry and now that the fungus demon had moved to the further end of the bar. All he had to do was blow her away with his prowess and she would be his. "I never forget a smell, I'm an Asgarth demon, and our sense of smell surpasses even vampires. And I don't mean to be rude but his smells all over you."
Oh bloody hell thought Spike. How the hell do I manage to be sitting next to someone with a sodding odour memory? Spikes face fell. He's gonna find out, I bloody know it. He lifted his glass and drank it down in one go his game face appeared and then disappeared after a moment.
The demon was suitably impressed. He saw her demeanour change when he mentioned Spike and smiled to himself. This was going all the much easier for him. He thought it was pretty obvious that this woman and Spike were not on all too friendly terms. Great this should be easy. "Do you want another?" the demon asked.
Spike looked at him. If that git wants to give me a free drink let him he thought. "ok," he replied "but ain't you gonna have one?" Great he thought get the ponce drunk and then maybe getting him into a fight wont be too hard.
Perfect thought the demon maybe if she gets drunk she'll pour her tears about Spike onto a shoulder to cry on. Preferably mine. "Yeah sure," the demon replied. When Willy placed their drinks on the bar. Spike looked at the demon's drink. He's only gone and bought the strongest drink on the menu. Two of those and he'd be under the table. The demon turned to Spike. "Look I wouldn't waste anything on that loser, he isn't all that," the demon continued. "I mean I could wipe the floor with him, and I have done, it was a couple of months ago. The guy was crying like a baby." Spike's blood began to boil but he noticed an opportunity and seeing the wad of cash the demon had brought out he had a plan. He waited until the demon had drank his drink and then attempt to recover as it burnt the back of his throat. "Yeah not bloody likely is it?" Spike continued. "I mean even I could defeat you."
The drink had already started to have an effect on the demon. "Huh you wanna bet on it?" he slurred.
Spike looked at him and smiled, "Yeah why not? How about one hundred dollars to whoever wins the fight. Me against you?" This was going great he could get money and a fight out of this guy. The fact that he didn't have a hundred on him didn't bother him. I don't intend to lose he thought.
The demon looked at him and agreed "ok then, but the hundred is only if you win." Yeah like she's going to win he thought.
"What if you win? Spike asked watching carefully. The demon smiled, this was going to be good.
Buffy had just finished patrollinmg the cemetries and was on her way to the bronze. It had been quite quiet as she left the cemetary something crashed in an alley. She walked towards it purposefully and came face to face with big battered drunk and green. She recognised him as one of the regulars at Willy's bar. She gave him a cursory look and then spun on her heel and strode out.
"Cheating vampire," it slurred. She stopped and turned back.
"What?" she asked.
"Said, why don't you do us all a favour and slay that cheating vampire,"
"Where?" she demanded as she pinned him against the wall.
He laughed hoarsely, "Where do you think?"
She punched him in the head and released him as he slumped unceremoniously to the ground, unconscious.
"Guess its not going to be a slow night after all," she told herself as she walked off in the direction of Willy's Bar.
He was jumping up and down high on blood whisky and adrenaline. He smirked as another demon came lumbering towards him. He had already won the last seven matches, the proof of which was lying folded in his pocket and yet they kept coming. He avoided the punch and then kicked him into a wall. He stalked towards him to get him before he had a chance to get up when he had to stop. His hands flew to his head as his vision blurred and he began to sway slightly. It only lasted a few seconds but when he removed his hands and saw a punch fly towards him. It was too late to avoid it and he was blasted against the wall outside the bar. The demon hadn't been as drunk as his predecessors so he was quicker but he was still pretty far gone. Spike stood up shaking it off and walked towards the demon. He avoided the two poorly aimed punches and grabbed the demons head and shoved it into the wall leaving a 6 ft orange demon lying unconscious at his feet. He stuck his hand out to a smaller demon and took his newly acquired hundred. He folded it with the others and placed it back in his pocket.
"Right so who's next?" he announced. A seven foot demon with a neck like a tree trunk stepped forward his eyes widened and he spun around and went straight back into the bar. Spike looked at them confused as the others followed him frantically. He couldn't figure it out he looked behind him and saw her standing there glaring daggers at him.
A lazy smile crossed his face, "miss me pet?"
"Never, Spike now Giles says I have to keep an eye in case of any side effects."
"What you're worried about me?"
"No," she retorted "It's in case the spell affects your chip. It means I can stake you without having to search all of Sunnydale." Se grabbed his arm and forcibly dragged him out of the alley. "I don't want to spend the whole time in that crypt of yours and Giles is too busy and you are no9t going anywhere near Dawn like this so we're going to the Bronze."
"Oh great fighting against the wall all fists and fangs always gives me an appetite. Usually it's not for food," Buffy turned and gave him a warning look. Spike just smirked but his smile soon fell as he went dizzy again. He leaned against the wall until his vision cleared and strode to catch up to Buffy.
The bronze seemed as busy as it usually was. As soon as they walked in Spike turned right around. Buffy grabbed his duster and pulled him back. There arguing in the corner were Xander and Anya. Xander saw Buffy and called her over a pleading look in his eyes. Buffy sighed and began too walk over but was stopped. She turned to see Spike grabbing hold of her arm a warning in his eyes. She sighed heavily, "Fine," she answered belligerently. "I won't tell him anything, happy?"
Spike studied her for a moment and then let go. "Okay but I'm bloody well keeping you to that." He stalked off towards the bar. Buffy walked towards the table. "Hey guys," she said. "Willow said you two had gone home."
"We did," replied Xander. "But when we got there Anya decided she wanted to come here."
"Yeah, after we had s…"
"So Buffy," Xander interrupted Anya shooting her an annoyed glance. "Who was that you walked in with?" He asked desperate to change the subject.
"Oh that? That was…" Buffy began but was interrupted by a crash and a scream. She turned to the bar and saw a crowd of people around something. She walked through the crowd and saw Spike sprawled on the floor unconscious. His basket of Buffalo wings scattered across the floor.
Oh no what's going on now. Wello the next chap should be up soon hopefuly. Anyway please review I really appreciate it. Thanx!
Author: scummbar
E-mail: scummbar@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Still don't own it but negotiations with Joss Whedon are being planned :p
As soon as she walked through the door, Willy couldn't take his eyes off her, neither could a lot of the other inhabitants of the bar. They watched her as she strode towards him. Long wavy platinum hair, her duster trailing behind her. Her murderous blue eyes glaring at him as she grabbed a stool and sat on it. Part of him was fascinated and another part just wanted to run away and hide under a table. "O-neg and whisky," she ordered. "And if you tell me I ain't welcome here, I'll rip out your heart and serve it to ya."
"Why would I do that?" Willy asked nervous over her choice of words and placed the drink in front of her. "It's on the house," he added trying to give a charming smile which just looked like a sneer. Spike looked at him a little confused over what Willy was trying to do with his face and just sighed and stared at the crimson drink in his glass. He didn't know why he had come here. He was sick and tired of not being able to do anything and this wasn't helping. He wanted to do something anything to change back but going to that Sire of his was not one of them. He could look after himself bloody well without needing the help of that nancy boy hair gelled wanker. And he would prove it even if he had to pick a fight with every demon in this bar. Suddenly a hulking figure sat next to him. The stool straining against the huge muscular weight that was being placed on it. Fine may as well start somewhere he thought.
"Hey sugar," the demon husked. Spike closed his eyes as a wave of foul smelling air blasted his face.
"Great I have to get hit on by a bloody fungus demon," Spike hissed and turned to face the demon that now appeared to be dripping over the counter. Not only was it a fungus demon it was the same one that Dru had cheated on him with. He smiled oh he was going to enjoy fighting this one.
The demon took his smile to be an invitation to carry on. He placed his hand onto Spikes thigh. Spike looked at him and then whacked the hand off his leg he stood up and glared into him. "What in sodding hell do you think you're doing!" he yelled. Hi s adrenaline was pumping as he tightened his fists eagerly anticipating a fight.
"Hey, leave the lady alone," a deep voice called out from behind Spike. Spike turned around in frustration. His eyes widened as he realised that the demon who had said it was the one who with another demon had beaten him up months ago and chucked him out of the bar. Well this was getting better he could fight this guy and the demon. After all, he thought with a smirk what was the point of a fight you know you're gonna win. Now all he had to do was to provoke him. That shouldn't be too hard he thought but he would have to do it so none of the bloody idiots could suspect anything, he slowly sat back down.
"…Spike" the demon said.
"What?" he replied quickly. Oh no he thought he's only gone and bleeding well found me out.
"I asked," repeated the demon. "How a pretty girl like you ended up with a traitorous demon killer bastard like Spike,"
Spike looked at him in bewilderment, "What?…How?"
The demon smiled at her, he couldn't believe his luck. She had obviously been so impressed with his rescue of her that she was unable to think of anything else. Now that he had obviously had an effect on her with his chivalry and now that the fungus demon had moved to the further end of the bar. All he had to do was blow her away with his prowess and she would be his. "I never forget a smell, I'm an Asgarth demon, and our sense of smell surpasses even vampires. And I don't mean to be rude but his smells all over you."
Oh bloody hell thought Spike. How the hell do I manage to be sitting next to someone with a sodding odour memory? Spikes face fell. He's gonna find out, I bloody know it. He lifted his glass and drank it down in one go his game face appeared and then disappeared after a moment.
The demon was suitably impressed. He saw her demeanour change when he mentioned Spike and smiled to himself. This was going all the much easier for him. He thought it was pretty obvious that this woman and Spike were not on all too friendly terms. Great this should be easy. "Do you want another?" the demon asked.
Spike looked at him. If that git wants to give me a free drink let him he thought. "ok," he replied "but ain't you gonna have one?" Great he thought get the ponce drunk and then maybe getting him into a fight wont be too hard.
Perfect thought the demon maybe if she gets drunk she'll pour her tears about Spike onto a shoulder to cry on. Preferably mine. "Yeah sure," the demon replied. When Willy placed their drinks on the bar. Spike looked at the demon's drink. He's only gone and bought the strongest drink on the menu. Two of those and he'd be under the table. The demon turned to Spike. "Look I wouldn't waste anything on that loser, he isn't all that," the demon continued. "I mean I could wipe the floor with him, and I have done, it was a couple of months ago. The guy was crying like a baby." Spike's blood began to boil but he noticed an opportunity and seeing the wad of cash the demon had brought out he had a plan. He waited until the demon had drank his drink and then attempt to recover as it burnt the back of his throat. "Yeah not bloody likely is it?" Spike continued. "I mean even I could defeat you."
The drink had already started to have an effect on the demon. "Huh you wanna bet on it?" he slurred.
Spike looked at him and smiled, "Yeah why not? How about one hundred dollars to whoever wins the fight. Me against you?" This was going great he could get money and a fight out of this guy. The fact that he didn't have a hundred on him didn't bother him. I don't intend to lose he thought.
The demon looked at him and agreed "ok then, but the hundred is only if you win." Yeah like she's going to win he thought.
"What if you win? Spike asked watching carefully. The demon smiled, this was going to be good.
Buffy had just finished patrollinmg the cemetries and was on her way to the bronze. It had been quite quiet as she left the cemetary something crashed in an alley. She walked towards it purposefully and came face to face with big battered drunk and green. She recognised him as one of the regulars at Willy's bar. She gave him a cursory look and then spun on her heel and strode out.
"Cheating vampire," it slurred. She stopped and turned back.
"What?" she asked.
"Said, why don't you do us all a favour and slay that cheating vampire,"
"Where?" she demanded as she pinned him against the wall.
He laughed hoarsely, "Where do you think?"
She punched him in the head and released him as he slumped unceremoniously to the ground, unconscious.
"Guess its not going to be a slow night after all," she told herself as she walked off in the direction of Willy's Bar.
He was jumping up and down high on blood whisky and adrenaline. He smirked as another demon came lumbering towards him. He had already won the last seven matches, the proof of which was lying folded in his pocket and yet they kept coming. He avoided the punch and then kicked him into a wall. He stalked towards him to get him before he had a chance to get up when he had to stop. His hands flew to his head as his vision blurred and he began to sway slightly. It only lasted a few seconds but when he removed his hands and saw a punch fly towards him. It was too late to avoid it and he was blasted against the wall outside the bar. The demon hadn't been as drunk as his predecessors so he was quicker but he was still pretty far gone. Spike stood up shaking it off and walked towards the demon. He avoided the two poorly aimed punches and grabbed the demons head and shoved it into the wall leaving a 6 ft orange demon lying unconscious at his feet. He stuck his hand out to a smaller demon and took his newly acquired hundred. He folded it with the others and placed it back in his pocket.
"Right so who's next?" he announced. A seven foot demon with a neck like a tree trunk stepped forward his eyes widened and he spun around and went straight back into the bar. Spike looked at them confused as the others followed him frantically. He couldn't figure it out he looked behind him and saw her standing there glaring daggers at him.
A lazy smile crossed his face, "miss me pet?"
"Never, Spike now Giles says I have to keep an eye in case of any side effects."
"What you're worried about me?"
"No," she retorted "It's in case the spell affects your chip. It means I can stake you without having to search all of Sunnydale." Se grabbed his arm and forcibly dragged him out of the alley. "I don't want to spend the whole time in that crypt of yours and Giles is too busy and you are no9t going anywhere near Dawn like this so we're going to the Bronze."
"Oh great fighting against the wall all fists and fangs always gives me an appetite. Usually it's not for food," Buffy turned and gave him a warning look. Spike just smirked but his smile soon fell as he went dizzy again. He leaned against the wall until his vision cleared and strode to catch up to Buffy.
The bronze seemed as busy as it usually was. As soon as they walked in Spike turned right around. Buffy grabbed his duster and pulled him back. There arguing in the corner were Xander and Anya. Xander saw Buffy and called her over a pleading look in his eyes. Buffy sighed and began too walk over but was stopped. She turned to see Spike grabbing hold of her arm a warning in his eyes. She sighed heavily, "Fine," she answered belligerently. "I won't tell him anything, happy?"
Spike studied her for a moment and then let go. "Okay but I'm bloody well keeping you to that." He stalked off towards the bar. Buffy walked towards the table. "Hey guys," she said. "Willow said you two had gone home."
"We did," replied Xander. "But when we got there Anya decided she wanted to come here."
"Yeah, after we had s…"
"So Buffy," Xander interrupted Anya shooting her an annoyed glance. "Who was that you walked in with?" He asked desperate to change the subject.
"Oh that? That was…" Buffy began but was interrupted by a crash and a scream. She turned to the bar and saw a crowd of people around something. She walked through the crowd and saw Spike sprawled on the floor unconscious. His basket of Buffalo wings scattered across the floor.
Oh no what's going on now. Wello the next chap should be up soon hopefuly. Anyway please review I really appreciate it. Thanx!