Title: The Coming Out Party, Part Three: Waking Up
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: spam@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Following a very revealing Scooby-bash, various pairs wake up in uncomfortable places.
Rating: PG-13 (nothing worse than the show)
Pairing: (s!) Buffy/Clem, Willow/Drusilla, Giles/Spike, Xander/Harmony, Dawn/other, Lorne/Anya.
Spoilers: None (I think)
Warnings: Silliness, hangovers.
Author Notes: Probably helps to read the first two parts (and the mini series that precedes them) before you get to this section.
Story Notes: Once again, in screenplay format, to avoid having to put in long descriptions. I can't help it if only my writing-ears and not my writing-eyes are working.
Disclaimer: Joss is God, the Grr Argh monster could kick my ass (also my plastic donkey).
The Summers House, 7:00am.
The kitchen
Anya: .lots of coins.
Lorne: Anya! Anya- you're dreaming.
Anya: Oh. Awake now.
Lorne: Good morning.
Anya: No. Bad morning. Sunshine. Very bad.
Lorne: You're not a vampire, what's so bad about sunshine?
Anya (covering her eyes): Bright. Bad.
Lorne: Hangover, petal?
Anya: Yes. Could be.
Lorne: Let me make my hangover cure. You'll be bright as a button with in ten minutes of drinking it.
Anya: Is it disgusting?
Lorne: Well. Not if you're a Jarak demon.
Anya: They don't have any tastebuds.
Lorne: True.
Anya: You sure it cures hangovers?
Lorne: Yes.
Anya: Then what are you still lying on the floor for, idiot? Make me some.
Lorne: If you say so, Anya-baby.
Willow's bedroom
Wesley: Huh? A girl's room? Where is Dawn, anyway?
Dawn's bedroom
Dawn: So I did make it upstairs. That has to be good. I wonder where Wesley ended up?
The bathroom
Giles (his eyes still closed): Spike? Why do I feel like I've got two taps digging into my back?
Spike: Because we slept in the bathtub.
Giles: Ah. That would explain it.
He opens his green eyes and looks into Spike's blue ones.
Giles: Spike, why are you lying on top of me?
Spike: It's much more comfortable than the taps.
Giles: Revenge for those days you spent chained up?
Spike: Something like that.
Giles: Would you care to get off me?
Spike: I'd rather get you off. but if you insist.
He moves back to the other end, allowing Giles to sit up.
Spike: We've got all day, Rupert. Want to.?
Giles: Not just now. Maybe later, William, when I've recovered a little.
Spike: And when will that be?
Giles: Ask me again sometime next year.
Spike: You don't wanna, you know.
Giles: No I don't. Please leave me and my headache alone.
Spike: All right, all right. I'm going.
The living room
Drusilla: Pretty one is waking up now. Did she like her party?
Willow: Uh? Oh, morning Dru.
Drusilla: It's all a mess.
Willow: I'm sure we can clear up later.
Drusilla: I drew the curtains when the sun started to come up.
Willow: Good. Well done.
Drusilla: The dolly says you might like to cuddle me now.
Willow: Oh? Uh, guess so.
Drusilla: Umm. Pretty hands, nice cuddle.
The hallway
Harmony: Xander, wake up.
Xander: Not a good plan.
Harmony: How do you know?
Xander: I just tried it.
Harmony: That would be one way of telling. I want you to kiss me.
Xander: Worse than Anya.
Harmony: Shut up! Stop comparing me!
Xander: .but still more romantic than Faith.
Harmony: If you want a thing doing.
Harmony captures his mouth in a kiss, the only sure-fire way to shut Xander 'Babbling' Harris up.
Buffy's bedroom
Clem: Morning, Buffy. Cup of something warm and wet?
Buffy: Clem, you are a saint.
Clem: Well.
Buffy: Saintly demon. Coffee, please.
Clem: Some party, huh?
Buffy: I don't remember that much.
Clem: You fell asleep fairly early on. I had to half carry you upstairs.
Buffy: I had a long day yesterday.
Clem: No need to do much today, though.
Buffy: Good. But I have in mind some things I'd like to do- since I didn't drink enough to get a hangover.
Clem: I like the way you're.thinking.
Author: Am-Chau Yarkona
E-mail: spam@hagden169.fsnet.co.uk
Summary: Following a very revealing Scooby-bash, various pairs wake up in uncomfortable places.
Rating: PG-13 (nothing worse than the show)
Pairing: (s!) Buffy/Clem, Willow/Drusilla, Giles/Spike, Xander/Harmony, Dawn/other, Lorne/Anya.
Spoilers: None (I think)
Warnings: Silliness, hangovers.
Author Notes: Probably helps to read the first two parts (and the mini series that precedes them) before you get to this section.
Story Notes: Once again, in screenplay format, to avoid having to put in long descriptions. I can't help it if only my writing-ears and not my writing-eyes are working.
Disclaimer: Joss is God, the Grr Argh monster could kick my ass (also my plastic donkey).
The Summers House, 7:00am.
The kitchen
Anya: .lots of coins.
Lorne: Anya! Anya- you're dreaming.
Anya: Oh. Awake now.
Lorne: Good morning.
Anya: No. Bad morning. Sunshine. Very bad.
Lorne: You're not a vampire, what's so bad about sunshine?
Anya (covering her eyes): Bright. Bad.
Lorne: Hangover, petal?
Anya: Yes. Could be.
Lorne: Let me make my hangover cure. You'll be bright as a button with in ten minutes of drinking it.
Anya: Is it disgusting?
Lorne: Well. Not if you're a Jarak demon.
Anya: They don't have any tastebuds.
Lorne: True.
Anya: You sure it cures hangovers?
Lorne: Yes.
Anya: Then what are you still lying on the floor for, idiot? Make me some.
Lorne: If you say so, Anya-baby.
Willow's bedroom
Wesley: Huh? A girl's room? Where is Dawn, anyway?
Dawn's bedroom
Dawn: So I did make it upstairs. That has to be good. I wonder where Wesley ended up?
The bathroom
Giles (his eyes still closed): Spike? Why do I feel like I've got two taps digging into my back?
Spike: Because we slept in the bathtub.
Giles: Ah. That would explain it.
He opens his green eyes and looks into Spike's blue ones.
Giles: Spike, why are you lying on top of me?
Spike: It's much more comfortable than the taps.
Giles: Revenge for those days you spent chained up?
Spike: Something like that.
Giles: Would you care to get off me?
Spike: I'd rather get you off. but if you insist.
He moves back to the other end, allowing Giles to sit up.
Spike: We've got all day, Rupert. Want to.?
Giles: Not just now. Maybe later, William, when I've recovered a little.
Spike: And when will that be?
Giles: Ask me again sometime next year.
Spike: You don't wanna, you know.
Giles: No I don't. Please leave me and my headache alone.
Spike: All right, all right. I'm going.
The living room
Drusilla: Pretty one is waking up now. Did she like her party?
Willow: Uh? Oh, morning Dru.
Drusilla: It's all a mess.
Willow: I'm sure we can clear up later.
Drusilla: I drew the curtains when the sun started to come up.
Willow: Good. Well done.
Drusilla: The dolly says you might like to cuddle me now.
Willow: Oh? Uh, guess so.
Drusilla: Umm. Pretty hands, nice cuddle.
The hallway
Harmony: Xander, wake up.
Xander: Not a good plan.
Harmony: How do you know?
Xander: I just tried it.
Harmony: That would be one way of telling. I want you to kiss me.
Xander: Worse than Anya.
Harmony: Shut up! Stop comparing me!
Xander: .but still more romantic than Faith.
Harmony: If you want a thing doing.
Harmony captures his mouth in a kiss, the only sure-fire way to shut Xander 'Babbling' Harris up.
Buffy's bedroom
Clem: Morning, Buffy. Cup of something warm and wet?
Buffy: Clem, you are a saint.
Clem: Well.
Buffy: Saintly demon. Coffee, please.
Clem: Some party, huh?
Buffy: I don't remember that much.
Clem: You fell asleep fairly early on. I had to half carry you upstairs.
Buffy: I had a long day yesterday.
Clem: No need to do much today, though.
Buffy: Good. But I have in mind some things I'd like to do- since I didn't drink enough to get a hangover.
Clem: I like the way you're.thinking.