Spike silently came up right beside Buffy, and began to dance or whatever
people called it nowadays. He didn't think he looked too bad though, as he
saw a few women's appreciative glances in his direction.
Buffy didn't even notice until she looked over her shoulder to see if her sister and her friends were still at the table, drooling at…. She nearly bumped into Spike, which he didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, hey luv, didn't see you," he smirked. All Buffy could do was roll her eyes and move deeper into the throng.
"Take no prisoners here in this knock-down drag-out war
That we're waging on each other forever more
It's all that I can do right now
To make it up to you somehow
And meet you on the other side of home
Say you love me now"
The irony of the song wasn't lost on Spike.
"Maybe we can sue for royalties," he yelled, struggling to be heard over the music. Her smile widened, knowing what he meant, and she moved closer again to the stage, knowing he'd follow, not sure if that's what she wanted or not.
Spike did follow, but as he got to Buffy, he was packed in tighter, nearly being attacked by flailing arms and legs.
Anya greeted Willow and Xander as they sat down at the table, exhausted.
"We're too old for this. Maybe Buffy can bottle that Slayer stamina for us, you think?" Xander thought aloud.
"Gotta say, that would be a good idea, better than protein bars and low carb diets. We could make a fortune off of baby boomers," joked Willow, but then quickly changed the subject when she saw Anya's eyes light up at the prospect of money to be made.
"Where is our slay-happy friend?"
Xander craned his neck, trying to search the blond out on the dance floor. "She's right- oh God, is Spike trying to dance with her?!? She's gonna kick his ass!" Xander grinned, and sat back for the show. The vampire totally deserved what he got if he was too stupid to know what was going to happen next.
Spike was having his ass kicked, and this time not by the Slayer. No, instead he was being attacked by a mob of happy fifteen year olds. To make matters worse, the chip in his skull thought he was the attacker instead of the attackee.
"BLOODY HELL!" He grabbed at his head. Before the first wave of pain subsided, another one began, earning him a double dose of what felt like hot irons on his temporal lobe.
Buffy stopped dancing, confused. What was wrong with Spike? It took her only a second. The chip! Ok, mosh pits and vampire with government issued chip did not equal good times, she thought, moving towards him.
She grabbed Spike's hand and pushed through the younger people God, am I the only one over 18 who likes Weezer? She thought. She felt so old.
"Are you all right?" Buffy warily asked Spike when they were out of the crowd. "Yeah, jus' feel like a bloody ponce, is all. Gonna go now, I wasn't here long…" Dammit, he was acting like a total nancy-boy! Was this what had become of William the Bloody? Here, babbling like a bloody moron… He turned to go, but Buffy spoke.
"Really?" Buffy looked up at him, and laced her fingers around his neck. She stepped closer to him. "Cause I was kinda looking forward to dancing with you…" she whispered coyly, so quietly that he would have missed it if it wasn't for his sharp sense of hearing.
"Well, I guess I could stay for a little while…"
Now, remember Xander was watching all this? Want to see his reaction? I'll try to add it today, maybe in a couple of hours… No promises. I may be too busy reading all you guys' excellent Buffy fan fiction… You guys put me to shame. And yes I will be introducing the "episode" Big Bad soon- it's not flailing teen girls, but it's bloody close- can you guess who? No prize for the person who guesses right, I'm sorry to say, because I'm flat broke… Which is why Joss Whedon is welcome to try and sue me for copyright infringement, or some other fancy-schmancy lawyerese term. All hail King Whedon, I have my very own alter…
P.s. I know with the dark themes the show is going into now this is 100% unlikely, Buffy and Spike's relationship fitting this smoothly, but dammit, a girl can dream can't she?!?!? Yummy Spike…. ; )
Buffy didn't even notice until she looked over her shoulder to see if her sister and her friends were still at the table, drooling at…. She nearly bumped into Spike, which he didn't seem to mind.
"Oh, hey luv, didn't see you," he smirked. All Buffy could do was roll her eyes and move deeper into the throng.
"Take no prisoners here in this knock-down drag-out war
That we're waging on each other forever more
It's all that I can do right now
To make it up to you somehow
And meet you on the other side of home
Say you love me now"
The irony of the song wasn't lost on Spike.
"Maybe we can sue for royalties," he yelled, struggling to be heard over the music. Her smile widened, knowing what he meant, and she moved closer again to the stage, knowing he'd follow, not sure if that's what she wanted or not.
Spike did follow, but as he got to Buffy, he was packed in tighter, nearly being attacked by flailing arms and legs.
Anya greeted Willow and Xander as they sat down at the table, exhausted.
"We're too old for this. Maybe Buffy can bottle that Slayer stamina for us, you think?" Xander thought aloud.
"Gotta say, that would be a good idea, better than protein bars and low carb diets. We could make a fortune off of baby boomers," joked Willow, but then quickly changed the subject when she saw Anya's eyes light up at the prospect of money to be made.
"Where is our slay-happy friend?"
Xander craned his neck, trying to search the blond out on the dance floor. "She's right- oh God, is Spike trying to dance with her?!? She's gonna kick his ass!" Xander grinned, and sat back for the show. The vampire totally deserved what he got if he was too stupid to know what was going to happen next.
Spike was having his ass kicked, and this time not by the Slayer. No, instead he was being attacked by a mob of happy fifteen year olds. To make matters worse, the chip in his skull thought he was the attacker instead of the attackee.
"BLOODY HELL!" He grabbed at his head. Before the first wave of pain subsided, another one began, earning him a double dose of what felt like hot irons on his temporal lobe.
Buffy stopped dancing, confused. What was wrong with Spike? It took her only a second. The chip! Ok, mosh pits and vampire with government issued chip did not equal good times, she thought, moving towards him.
She grabbed Spike's hand and pushed through the younger people God, am I the only one over 18 who likes Weezer? She thought. She felt so old.
"Are you all right?" Buffy warily asked Spike when they were out of the crowd. "Yeah, jus' feel like a bloody ponce, is all. Gonna go now, I wasn't here long…" Dammit, he was acting like a total nancy-boy! Was this what had become of William the Bloody? Here, babbling like a bloody moron… He turned to go, but Buffy spoke.
"Really?" Buffy looked up at him, and laced her fingers around his neck. She stepped closer to him. "Cause I was kinda looking forward to dancing with you…" she whispered coyly, so quietly that he would have missed it if it wasn't for his sharp sense of hearing.
"Well, I guess I could stay for a little while…"
Now, remember Xander was watching all this? Want to see his reaction? I'll try to add it today, maybe in a couple of hours… No promises. I may be too busy reading all you guys' excellent Buffy fan fiction… You guys put me to shame. And yes I will be introducing the "episode" Big Bad soon- it's not flailing teen girls, but it's bloody close- can you guess who? No prize for the person who guesses right, I'm sorry to say, because I'm flat broke… Which is why Joss Whedon is welcome to try and sue me for copyright infringement, or some other fancy-schmancy lawyerese term. All hail King Whedon, I have my very own alter…
P.s. I know with the dark themes the show is going into now this is 100% unlikely, Buffy and Spike's relationship fitting this smoothly, but dammit, a girl can dream can't she?!?!? Yummy Spike…. ; )
