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A/N: I don't know what Willow's favorite restaurant is, so I'm just gonna throw one up in the air, okay?
Summary: After Willow comes back from England, Buffy invites her, Xander and Dawn to a fancy restaurant. What happens when Willow and Xander are in their "formal wear" again?
"It's a good thing I realized I'm a lesbian, 'cause here we are, in our formal wear," Willow said, chatting with Xander. That was almost a year ago. What if it happens again?
Buffy's POV
"I need to make it up to you for not being there when you got off the plane, so we're taking you out to dinner," I said, mentioning the day before.
"It's okay, Buff, we didn't realize we were in some weird state-of-mind. In fact, it's forgotten," Willow reassured me.
"But I wanted to take you to your favorite restaurant. I don't think they have many fancy restaurants in the English countryside-" I was interrupted.
"You haven't been there, Buffy, so you wouldn't know," Giles said, inviting himself in.
"Giles!" I exclaimed, running up to give him a hug. He returned it.
"I came as quick as I could. Did you find Will..." he trailed, looking to my left and saw her.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Something tried to eat my skin while I was still alive, is all," Willow muttered.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't tell me that," he replied.
"Would you like to join us for dinner? We're going to go to a really fancy place..." I begged.
"Why not?" he answered. "A full day of council meetings ought to qualify for a break."
***********
Narrator's POV
"I was going to give you the cheesy line again, but I don't know how it qualifies here," Willow said, slipping into a sleeveless black floor-length dress with a scoop neck.
"Which one?" Xander asked, tying a long black tie.
" 'Here we are in our formal wear'? That ring a bell?" she asked, searching in her suitcase for a pair of black pumps.
"Forget I asked," he answered.
Willow sighed.
"You guys ready?" Buffy called from downstairs.
"Be down in a minute!" Willow called down.
"Here they are!" she said, emerging from her suitcase with the shoes. She sat on the bed, pulling the skirt of the dress up to put them on.
***********
The night was enjoyable from the very begining.
Dawn was wearing a summery dress, sleeveless, lavender, and knee-length. Buffy was wearing a dress, burgundy with short, slightly poofy sleeves, stopping at her knees. Giles found one of his suits, and was messing with his tie when they got to the restauraunt.
They ordered their meals and sat back in amiable chatter while they waited for it. Giles sipped a brandy, Dawn fidgeted with her silverware and drank a non-alcoholic daquiri. Willow was talking about a member of the coven back in England, while Xander played with his tie. Buffy chatted mindlessly with everyone, mostly Willow and Giles though.
The food arrived. Giles had a plate of penne pasta with a cheese sauce, Dawn had a bowl of spaghetti, Willow with linguine and a delicious smelling sauce. Buffy had a craving for fish, and everyone stared at Xander as he ordered escargots.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Never mind."
"Forget it."
"I didn't say anything."
"Well, it was the only thing I could pronounce that I hadn't tried before," Xander shot back.
Finally the food arrived. Willow, Dawn, Giles and Buffy sat, forks poised in air, waiting for Xander to eat the garlicky meal. He speared one onto his fork and raised it to his mouth. The round gray substance dissapeared into his mouth as his mouth moved up and down. At last he opened his mouth.
"So, how is it?" Giles dared to ask.
"A little strong, maybe, but pretty good," he replied.
"Strong my ass," Buffy muttered.
"What was that?" Xander asked.
"I said, 'try my bass'," she saved, glancing at her plate.
"No thanks," he replied.
One by one, everyone started into their food. Later on, without fail, they broke it to Xander.
"How was everything?" Buffy asked.
"Great."
"Exellent."
"Terriffic."
"Never better."
"Well, should I tell him, or will you?" Dawn asked Giles.
"Wait a moment. Buffy, do you have your camera with you?" he asked.
"I think so," she replied, reaching down into her purse, pulling numerous items out, including a stake, a talisman Giles gave her, a cross necklace, a pint of holy water, and other slaying materials.
"Got it!" she cried, emerging with a disposable camera.
Giles took it and aimed it at Xander.
"I hate to break it to ya, Xander, but you just ate fried snails," Dawn laughed.
Xander exploded, half of his meal spewed onto the now empty plate.
"Snails?" he asked, putting on an awed look, ready to tear everyone to shreds. There was a brief click as Giles snapped a photo of him.
"That one's going to be framed," he said, handing Buffy her camera and joining everyone in their explosion of laughter.
A/N: Chapter Two comin' soon! Just send at least five (5) reviews, then you'll see it! Nothing's happened yet, but just wait!
A/N: I don't know what Willow's favorite restaurant is, so I'm just gonna throw one up in the air, okay?
Summary: After Willow comes back from England, Buffy invites her, Xander and Dawn to a fancy restaurant. What happens when Willow and Xander are in their "formal wear" again?
"It's a good thing I realized I'm a lesbian, 'cause here we are, in our formal wear," Willow said, chatting with Xander. That was almost a year ago. What if it happens again?
Buffy's POV
"I need to make it up to you for not being there when you got off the plane, so we're taking you out to dinner," I said, mentioning the day before.
"It's okay, Buff, we didn't realize we were in some weird state-of-mind. In fact, it's forgotten," Willow reassured me.
"But I wanted to take you to your favorite restaurant. I don't think they have many fancy restaurants in the English countryside-" I was interrupted.
"You haven't been there, Buffy, so you wouldn't know," Giles said, inviting himself in.
"Giles!" I exclaimed, running up to give him a hug. He returned it.
"I came as quick as I could. Did you find Will..." he trailed, looking to my left and saw her.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing. Something tried to eat my skin while I was still alive, is all," Willow muttered.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't tell me that," he replied.
"Would you like to join us for dinner? We're going to go to a really fancy place..." I begged.
"Why not?" he answered. "A full day of council meetings ought to qualify for a break."
***********
Narrator's POV
"I was going to give you the cheesy line again, but I don't know how it qualifies here," Willow said, slipping into a sleeveless black floor-length dress with a scoop neck.
"Which one?" Xander asked, tying a long black tie.
" 'Here we are in our formal wear'? That ring a bell?" she asked, searching in her suitcase for a pair of black pumps.
"Forget I asked," he answered.
Willow sighed.
"You guys ready?" Buffy called from downstairs.
"Be down in a minute!" Willow called down.
"Here they are!" she said, emerging from her suitcase with the shoes. She sat on the bed, pulling the skirt of the dress up to put them on.
***********
The night was enjoyable from the very begining.
Dawn was wearing a summery dress, sleeveless, lavender, and knee-length. Buffy was wearing a dress, burgundy with short, slightly poofy sleeves, stopping at her knees. Giles found one of his suits, and was messing with his tie when they got to the restauraunt.
They ordered their meals and sat back in amiable chatter while they waited for it. Giles sipped a brandy, Dawn fidgeted with her silverware and drank a non-alcoholic daquiri. Willow was talking about a member of the coven back in England, while Xander played with his tie. Buffy chatted mindlessly with everyone, mostly Willow and Giles though.
The food arrived. Giles had a plate of penne pasta with a cheese sauce, Dawn had a bowl of spaghetti, Willow with linguine and a delicious smelling sauce. Buffy had a craving for fish, and everyone stared at Xander as he ordered escargots.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"Never mind."
"Forget it."
"I didn't say anything."
"Well, it was the only thing I could pronounce that I hadn't tried before," Xander shot back.
Finally the food arrived. Willow, Dawn, Giles and Buffy sat, forks poised in air, waiting for Xander to eat the garlicky meal. He speared one onto his fork and raised it to his mouth. The round gray substance dissapeared into his mouth as his mouth moved up and down. At last he opened his mouth.
"So, how is it?" Giles dared to ask.
"A little strong, maybe, but pretty good," he replied.
"Strong my ass," Buffy muttered.
"What was that?" Xander asked.
"I said, 'try my bass'," she saved, glancing at her plate.
"No thanks," he replied.
One by one, everyone started into their food. Later on, without fail, they broke it to Xander.
"How was everything?" Buffy asked.
"Great."
"Exellent."
"Terriffic."
"Never better."
"Well, should I tell him, or will you?" Dawn asked Giles.
"Wait a moment. Buffy, do you have your camera with you?" he asked.
"I think so," she replied, reaching down into her purse, pulling numerous items out, including a stake, a talisman Giles gave her, a cross necklace, a pint of holy water, and other slaying materials.
"Got it!" she cried, emerging with a disposable camera.
Giles took it and aimed it at Xander.
"I hate to break it to ya, Xander, but you just ate fried snails," Dawn laughed.
Xander exploded, half of his meal spewed onto the now empty plate.
"Snails?" he asked, putting on an awed look, ready to tear everyone to shreds. There was a brief click as Giles snapped a photo of him.
"That one's going to be framed," he said, handing Buffy her camera and joining everyone in their explosion of laughter.
A/N: Chapter Two comin' soon! Just send at least five (5) reviews, then you'll see it! Nothing's happened yet, but just wait!