Dedication: To my friend Iggy if she reads this : )
Summary: Everyones' at the Bronze. We meet someone new...
Chapter Four
As Angel, Spike, and Dru walked into the Bronze, people immediately cleared the path. For different reasons, of course, mused Spike. Angel was awed by one and all; strange women bought him drinks all the time - normally of the alcoholic kind. But Angel never drank, of course. Too good for that. Drusilla was avoided for her repuatation of lunacy; there was always talk of her burning down a building or talking to animals and what not going around. But he...he was the badass of the little circle. Spike was feared. He was mysterious, more so than Angel even. How did he of all people become best friends with the Batman of Sunnydale High? How did he date that crazy chick and still be included in the higher circles of high school? Spike broke the rules and did almost everything his way. And his chosen partner was Harmony if he didn't, anyway... seeing as she was "next- in-line" for the throne after Cordelia. Just as he was after Angel. "Perfect" said most. Utterly disgraceful, he said. So he dumped his Coke over Harmony's empty head as soon as he figured out this little system in seventh grade. Thus making her hate him, and thus leaving him to date whom he chose.
Whispering to Dru to find a table, he strode off to the bar. His own charm got him far with the ladies, but a certain waitress normally overlooked his being under the drinking age for different reasons.
" Hey doll. How 'bout a bit of glug for a man, eh?"
The petite blonde waitress turned around and hissed through her teeth at him, " Do not call me DOLL, William." Glancing around, she poured him a glass of his "glug" and leaned in as he sipped it. Anxiously she asked, :" He's here isn't he? Angel."
Spike smiled jovially at her as he set down his glass. "Why, yes. He is. But alas, his infamous-exessness stands no chance of sparking his affections. Especially not tonight."
Darla frowned as the lines around her mouth deepened. She scrubbed the tabletop even harder with the poor washcloth she held in her grasp. "Why would that be? He hasn't been with anyone since me, I'm sure of it."
Spike chuckled and took another sip. " I'm sure you are. But you seem to be getting mighty naive even for your, " his eyes flicked down her, " old age. He's gone and found his dream girl, he has. In fact," he said looking across the room, " She just arrived."
Darla looked hard at the girl. Small and blonde, she reminded Darla a lot of herself, except that where Darla was experienced - in all matters of the word - this girl was young and pure-looking, almost like an angel. Her eyes' lit up as she smiled at her companions and her laughter rang out across the room at a joke of her male friends'. Green eyes, blonde hair, she was pretty breath-taking. Darla scrubbed harder.
"I haven't seen her before. Who is she?"
" Her name is Buffy Summers, and she's your worst nightmare. Forget your plans of getting him back. He's a goner. Hell, I'd even go for her if I wasn't tied down."
Darla growled low in her throat. Spike just laughed.
*****
She was here.
Angel had seen her enter the front door. Now she sat at a table with Willow and that Harris kid, just a few away from himself and Dru. He was sure she hadn't seen him yet, though.
He was wrong. Buffy had noticed him from the second she walked in. Dark and breathtaking as he had been that day at school, maybe even more so in this light, she slyly watched him watch her. His dark hair looked soft, even though it was spiked, and she wished she could run her fingers through it. Hell, she probably could if what Willow had told her was true. And, she reasoned, Willow wasn't the lying type.
After watching her for several minutes, Dru broke him out of his reverie as she told him she was going to look for Spike.
He murmered in the affirmative and she proceeded to leave. He just knew she knew he was watching her. I should just ask her to dance, he thought. "Standing Still" by Jewel was just coming on.
He got up.
He was walking towards her, a keen determination and vulnerability in his eye. Buffy's breath picked up as her heart raced. He didn't even know her, and vice-versa, she reminded herself. Play it cool, Buff...
His voice was deep and velvety, with a raw passion to its quality. His eyes spoke more than his words, however.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Yes," she breathed.
Summary: Everyones' at the Bronze. We meet someone new...
Chapter Four
As Angel, Spike, and Dru walked into the Bronze, people immediately cleared the path. For different reasons, of course, mused Spike. Angel was awed by one and all; strange women bought him drinks all the time - normally of the alcoholic kind. But Angel never drank, of course. Too good for that. Drusilla was avoided for her repuatation of lunacy; there was always talk of her burning down a building or talking to animals and what not going around. But he...he was the badass of the little circle. Spike was feared. He was mysterious, more so than Angel even. How did he of all people become best friends with the Batman of Sunnydale High? How did he date that crazy chick and still be included in the higher circles of high school? Spike broke the rules and did almost everything his way. And his chosen partner was Harmony if he didn't, anyway... seeing as she was "next- in-line" for the throne after Cordelia. Just as he was after Angel. "Perfect" said most. Utterly disgraceful, he said. So he dumped his Coke over Harmony's empty head as soon as he figured out this little system in seventh grade. Thus making her hate him, and thus leaving him to date whom he chose.
Whispering to Dru to find a table, he strode off to the bar. His own charm got him far with the ladies, but a certain waitress normally overlooked his being under the drinking age for different reasons.
" Hey doll. How 'bout a bit of glug for a man, eh?"
The petite blonde waitress turned around and hissed through her teeth at him, " Do not call me DOLL, William." Glancing around, she poured him a glass of his "glug" and leaned in as he sipped it. Anxiously she asked, :" He's here isn't he? Angel."
Spike smiled jovially at her as he set down his glass. "Why, yes. He is. But alas, his infamous-exessness stands no chance of sparking his affections. Especially not tonight."
Darla frowned as the lines around her mouth deepened. She scrubbed the tabletop even harder with the poor washcloth she held in her grasp. "Why would that be? He hasn't been with anyone since me, I'm sure of it."
Spike chuckled and took another sip. " I'm sure you are. But you seem to be getting mighty naive even for your, " his eyes flicked down her, " old age. He's gone and found his dream girl, he has. In fact," he said looking across the room, " She just arrived."
Darla looked hard at the girl. Small and blonde, she reminded Darla a lot of herself, except that where Darla was experienced - in all matters of the word - this girl was young and pure-looking, almost like an angel. Her eyes' lit up as she smiled at her companions and her laughter rang out across the room at a joke of her male friends'. Green eyes, blonde hair, she was pretty breath-taking. Darla scrubbed harder.
"I haven't seen her before. Who is she?"
" Her name is Buffy Summers, and she's your worst nightmare. Forget your plans of getting him back. He's a goner. Hell, I'd even go for her if I wasn't tied down."
Darla growled low in her throat. Spike just laughed.
*****
She was here.
Angel had seen her enter the front door. Now she sat at a table with Willow and that Harris kid, just a few away from himself and Dru. He was sure she hadn't seen him yet, though.
He was wrong. Buffy had noticed him from the second she walked in. Dark and breathtaking as he had been that day at school, maybe even more so in this light, she slyly watched him watch her. His dark hair looked soft, even though it was spiked, and she wished she could run her fingers through it. Hell, she probably could if what Willow had told her was true. And, she reasoned, Willow wasn't the lying type.
After watching her for several minutes, Dru broke him out of his reverie as she told him she was going to look for Spike.
He murmered in the affirmative and she proceeded to leave. He just knew she knew he was watching her. I should just ask her to dance, he thought. "Standing Still" by Jewel was just coming on.
He got up.
He was walking towards her, a keen determination and vulnerability in his eye. Buffy's breath picked up as her heart raced. He didn't even know her, and vice-versa, she reminded herself. Play it cool, Buff...
His voice was deep and velvety, with a raw passion to its quality. His eyes spoke more than his words, however.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Yes," she breathed.