I know, I haven't updated in the longest time. If it wasn't for
SpikesFanGirl I would have completely forgotten. So thanks for motivating
me again, and I dedicate this chapter to you, whatever that means.
"So, we're just assumin' they went through the back? Seems the most direct route," Spike noted as he and Buffy went around the Bronze from the outside. Both were on alert, as to not be ambushed, but mostly because it was second nature. Sadly enough, Buffy realized this was the closest thing the two of them ever really had to a date, beside the ill-fated kitten poker night.
No wait- when did the no-date turn from a good, necessary thing to a sad thing?, Buffy asked herself. She didn't want to explore the question too much. Oh, no..
"You do realize we were all over each other in there, right?" Buffy gestured wildly towards the Bronze. "Now I know why Xander was acting so-"
"dense?" Spike cut in. God, how he couldn't stand the whelp. Before he could throw in a couple of other choice words-
"Ugh!!" She slapped her forehead. "You, I swear all problems started with you!"
"Me? Pardon, luv, but I may be the only one who remembers the siren on the dance floor. Oh, no, wait, your friends may have caught it too."
Knowing he was right- he was usually right, his most annoying quality- she stomped off, mumbling something about finding her sister. Exasperated, Spike considered just leaving, but then he realized that it was one of their most domestic arguments.
It didn't involve her hitting him. Or her threatening to stake him. Maybe this held some promise.
He quickly caught up to his own siren.
"Aaw, did they already play Holiday? I love Holiday!!" Harmony pouted. She glared at her companion as if it was his fault. He sighed inwardly; no break for the worshipper.
"Uummm, honey, if we turn them, they can play 'Holiday' all the time, right? That was part of the reason you wanted to turn them," Clyde reminded her.
She didn't tell him it was really because she dug Rivers, whom she was gonna replace him with, but he didn't really need to know that, right?
"That's right, honey," she reassured him, all the while thinking about smoochies with the singer. "That's right."
They waited for a moment, then he turned to her. "So, when are we gonna turn them? You know we cab't trust those two idiots at the door-"
"Shut up, Clyde."
"Okay."
The two watched the band a little while more in silence.
"I- I can't even fathom it. It's wrong!! Why couldn't she have just come to us with her problems!?" Xander moaned. He'd returned to the table after Buffy had left, and hadn't lifted his forehead from the countertop.
"Uumm, Xander, I don't think Buffy could have come to us with the particular problems Spike helps her with," Willow said, chewing her lip. Xander looked at her, then at Anya who was shaking her head knowingly. "If I had those types of 'problems'- and I didn't have you-" she quickly added, "I wouldn't mind help from spike."
"What? What are you." It took him a moment, but the girls let him think it through. "Oh! Eeew!! Anya!!! Eeewww.. Definitely no sex tonight." He hit his head on the table again and Willow could have sworn she heard sobbing.
"Kinda creepy back here, isn't it?" Anne noted, looking over her shoulder.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "C'mon people, what are you scared of? It's Sunnydale for God's Sake!" While Dawn was the only one to truly know what was scary in Sunnnydale, the others knew something was wrong. Everyone knew something was wrong, even when they ignored it, repeating their inner mantra of 'ignorance is bliss'.
Dawn clutched her stake in her bag, holding on to her backpack almost as a shield in front of her. Natalie was further on, followed by Dawn and her friends. They were within 10 feet of the door when they all slowed down.
"So, what exactly do we say? 'Hi, we're with the band?' They can't have that cool of bouncers. Or maybe, 'hi, we're Weezer fan club members, and want to do a write up for the newsletter!' God, this is lame."
The door burst open just then, showing two young men. "Like wow!!" one said, putting on a valley-girl accent, "like, I'm a Weezer fan club president!" He vamped out.
"Yeah," his companion laughed, "with lifetime membership." The two vamped out.
Dawn just rolled her eyes as her friends screamed. Sure, these guys look scary, but they weren't anything but lookouts. Really, think of the hideous and terrifying creatures that must be in the Bronze right now? She pulled out her stake, dropping her backpack and turning to run with her friends. Next time- if there was a next time- she'd remind herself to wear more practical shoes.
"So, we're just assumin' they went through the back? Seems the most direct route," Spike noted as he and Buffy went around the Bronze from the outside. Both were on alert, as to not be ambushed, but mostly because it was second nature. Sadly enough, Buffy realized this was the closest thing the two of them ever really had to a date, beside the ill-fated kitten poker night.
No wait- when did the no-date turn from a good, necessary thing to a sad thing?, Buffy asked herself. She didn't want to explore the question too much. Oh, no..
"You do realize we were all over each other in there, right?" Buffy gestured wildly towards the Bronze. "Now I know why Xander was acting so-"
"dense?" Spike cut in. God, how he couldn't stand the whelp. Before he could throw in a couple of other choice words-
"Ugh!!" She slapped her forehead. "You, I swear all problems started with you!"
"Me? Pardon, luv, but I may be the only one who remembers the siren on the dance floor. Oh, no, wait, your friends may have caught it too."
Knowing he was right- he was usually right, his most annoying quality- she stomped off, mumbling something about finding her sister. Exasperated, Spike considered just leaving, but then he realized that it was one of their most domestic arguments.
It didn't involve her hitting him. Or her threatening to stake him. Maybe this held some promise.
He quickly caught up to his own siren.
"Aaw, did they already play Holiday? I love Holiday!!" Harmony pouted. She glared at her companion as if it was his fault. He sighed inwardly; no break for the worshipper.
"Uummm, honey, if we turn them, they can play 'Holiday' all the time, right? That was part of the reason you wanted to turn them," Clyde reminded her.
She didn't tell him it was really because she dug Rivers, whom she was gonna replace him with, but he didn't really need to know that, right?
"That's right, honey," she reassured him, all the while thinking about smoochies with the singer. "That's right."
They waited for a moment, then he turned to her. "So, when are we gonna turn them? You know we cab't trust those two idiots at the door-"
"Shut up, Clyde."
"Okay."
The two watched the band a little while more in silence.
"I- I can't even fathom it. It's wrong!! Why couldn't she have just come to us with her problems!?" Xander moaned. He'd returned to the table after Buffy had left, and hadn't lifted his forehead from the countertop.
"Uumm, Xander, I don't think Buffy could have come to us with the particular problems Spike helps her with," Willow said, chewing her lip. Xander looked at her, then at Anya who was shaking her head knowingly. "If I had those types of 'problems'- and I didn't have you-" she quickly added, "I wouldn't mind help from spike."
"What? What are you." It took him a moment, but the girls let him think it through. "Oh! Eeew!! Anya!!! Eeewww.. Definitely no sex tonight." He hit his head on the table again and Willow could have sworn she heard sobbing.
"Kinda creepy back here, isn't it?" Anne noted, looking over her shoulder.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "C'mon people, what are you scared of? It's Sunnydale for God's Sake!" While Dawn was the only one to truly know what was scary in Sunnnydale, the others knew something was wrong. Everyone knew something was wrong, even when they ignored it, repeating their inner mantra of 'ignorance is bliss'.
Dawn clutched her stake in her bag, holding on to her backpack almost as a shield in front of her. Natalie was further on, followed by Dawn and her friends. They were within 10 feet of the door when they all slowed down.
"So, what exactly do we say? 'Hi, we're with the band?' They can't have that cool of bouncers. Or maybe, 'hi, we're Weezer fan club members, and want to do a write up for the newsletter!' God, this is lame."
The door burst open just then, showing two young men. "Like wow!!" one said, putting on a valley-girl accent, "like, I'm a Weezer fan club president!" He vamped out.
"Yeah," his companion laughed, "with lifetime membership." The two vamped out.
Dawn just rolled her eyes as her friends screamed. Sure, these guys look scary, but they weren't anything but lookouts. Really, think of the hideous and terrifying creatures that must be in the Bronze right now? She pulled out her stake, dropping her backpack and turning to run with her friends. Next time- if there was a next time- she'd remind herself to wear more practical shoes.
