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2002
Sunnydale
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By eleven that night, the bachelorette party was in full swing, with music blaring from the stereo and the girls sprawled over the living room, re-living high school (the semi-good parts) and for some, past lives. Anya had just finished regaling them with a tale of boiling puss and sores that she had inflicted on one of her victims.
"Hey, where do you think they took Spike?" Buffy asked suddenly, "I mean, this is Angel and Giles...and Wesley."
"Oh, God." Cordelia began to laugh, "Angel in a strip club...GILES in a strip club...Too funny. Can you imagine Giles, cleaning-" She dissolved into giggles, "Cl-cleaning his glasses while some blond with silicone boobs tries to-to...Oh god."
Fred frowned, "A strip club."
Faith rolled her eyes and placed a hand on the Texan's shoulder, "I don't know you too well, sweetie, but you've got Dark Chocolate wrapped around your little finger."
While Fred blushed furiously, Anya began another story.
"Anya!" Buffy clapped a hand gently over the former demon's mouth, "I beg you. No more puss or incineration."
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Spike, on the other hand, was having one of the best nights *ever*. Not because there was a red-head with a chest the size of which no creature of God's green Earth had ever come by naturally was practically LICKING him. No, he wasn't even paying attention to her. It was the look on his sire's face. Pure discomfort and possibly disgust with himself for being there.
"Hey, uh, sweetheart." Spike tugged the stripper's arm, "Why don't you go see my friend over there, put a smile on his face."
The girl shrugged and strutted off to Angel, and Spike called out, "Don't make him TOO happy, now!"
Oh, it was a GOOD night.
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"OK, truth time." Buffy said, leaning against a stack of pillows, "I wanna know what's up with Faith and Wesley."
Cordelia, Anya, Fred, Willow, Tarah, and Dawn all nodded, while the dark-haired Slayer took on a look rivaling the proverbial deer in the headlights.
"What're you talking about?" She demanded, a little to quickly, a little too loudly."
"WHy have you been avoiding eachother?" Willow asked, "Ever since last week, it's been insane. You two dart out of the room when the other is around. What's the what?"
"I have no idea what you're getting to, Red."
"Wesley and Faith did it!" Cordelia squeaked, "Ew!"
Faith glared at her and the ex-cheerleader grinned sheepishly, "I mean...yay?"
"You had sex with Wesley?!"
Faith turned on Buffy, "Even if I did...it's none of your business." She glanced at Dawn, "Plus, Dawn's here."
"HEY!" Dawn protested, "Excuse me but--"
"Whatever." Buffy waved her hand, "she's almost sixteen. Just tell. Did you or did you not have sex with Wesley Wyndham-Price?"
Faith took in a deep breath and as she let it ou, "Yes."
A chorus of squeals replied as the other women pounced.
"How was it?"
"Is he...you know."
"I still think, Ew. Does he kiss better now?"
"When? Why? How? WHEN?"
Faith groaned, "OK, new question, leave me alone."
"Fine." Dawn grinned evilly, "I have a question for each of you since youa ll pretend I should be so innocent at my age. How old were you when you lost your--"
"You don't need to know." Buffy cut her off, "Because it doesn't matter what *we* did. It matters what *you* do."
Cordelia made a *pfft* sound and shrugged, "I don't care. I was seventeen."
"Ummm....I don't remember." Anya said, "As a demon, who knows. As a human after the demon, Xander. I was technically 1120, but as a human I was...19."
"Thirteen." Faith said, looking away at the surprised glances hse recieved.
"I had just turned seventeen." Buffy grumbled, "But we all know how THAT worked, so...No sex for you, Dawn or your boyfriend turns into a maniac."
"I was eighteen." Willow chimed in, "But um...that changed drastically with time."
"I was seventeen." Tarah admitted.
Fred blushed furiously when her turn came, and she mumbled out her reply.
"What was that?" Cordelia nudged the physisist playfully, "Didn't hear ya."
Fred glared at her friend, knowing that Cordelia was perfectly aware..."Well, considerin' I was stuck in a hell dimension for five years, I am still...yeah."
Faith shook her head, "We have to have a talk with Gunn."
2002
Sunnydale
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By eleven that night, the bachelorette party was in full swing, with music blaring from the stereo and the girls sprawled over the living room, re-living high school (the semi-good parts) and for some, past lives. Anya had just finished regaling them with a tale of boiling puss and sores that she had inflicted on one of her victims.
"Hey, where do you think they took Spike?" Buffy asked suddenly, "I mean, this is Angel and Giles...and Wesley."
"Oh, God." Cordelia began to laugh, "Angel in a strip club...GILES in a strip club...Too funny. Can you imagine Giles, cleaning-" She dissolved into giggles, "Cl-cleaning his glasses while some blond with silicone boobs tries to-to...Oh god."
Fred frowned, "A strip club."
Faith rolled her eyes and placed a hand on the Texan's shoulder, "I don't know you too well, sweetie, but you've got Dark Chocolate wrapped around your little finger."
While Fred blushed furiously, Anya began another story.
"Anya!" Buffy clapped a hand gently over the former demon's mouth, "I beg you. No more puss or incineration."
---
Spike, on the other hand, was having one of the best nights *ever*. Not because there was a red-head with a chest the size of which no creature of God's green Earth had ever come by naturally was practically LICKING him. No, he wasn't even paying attention to her. It was the look on his sire's face. Pure discomfort and possibly disgust with himself for being there.
"Hey, uh, sweetheart." Spike tugged the stripper's arm, "Why don't you go see my friend over there, put a smile on his face."
The girl shrugged and strutted off to Angel, and Spike called out, "Don't make him TOO happy, now!"
Oh, it was a GOOD night.
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"OK, truth time." Buffy said, leaning against a stack of pillows, "I wanna know what's up with Faith and Wesley."
Cordelia, Anya, Fred, Willow, Tarah, and Dawn all nodded, while the dark-haired Slayer took on a look rivaling the proverbial deer in the headlights.
"What're you talking about?" She demanded, a little to quickly, a little too loudly."
"WHy have you been avoiding eachother?" Willow asked, "Ever since last week, it's been insane. You two dart out of the room when the other is around. What's the what?"
"I have no idea what you're getting to, Red."
"Wesley and Faith did it!" Cordelia squeaked, "Ew!"
Faith glared at her and the ex-cheerleader grinned sheepishly, "I mean...yay?"
"You had sex with Wesley?!"
Faith turned on Buffy, "Even if I did...it's none of your business." She glanced at Dawn, "Plus, Dawn's here."
"HEY!" Dawn protested, "Excuse me but--"
"Whatever." Buffy waved her hand, "she's almost sixteen. Just tell. Did you or did you not have sex with Wesley Wyndham-Price?"
Faith took in a deep breath and as she let it ou, "Yes."
A chorus of squeals replied as the other women pounced.
"How was it?"
"Is he...you know."
"I still think, Ew. Does he kiss better now?"
"When? Why? How? WHEN?"
Faith groaned, "OK, new question, leave me alone."
"Fine." Dawn grinned evilly, "I have a question for each of you since youa ll pretend I should be so innocent at my age. How old were you when you lost your--"
"You don't need to know." Buffy cut her off, "Because it doesn't matter what *we* did. It matters what *you* do."
Cordelia made a *pfft* sound and shrugged, "I don't care. I was seventeen."
"Ummm....I don't remember." Anya said, "As a demon, who knows. As a human after the demon, Xander. I was technically 1120, but as a human I was...19."
"Thirteen." Faith said, looking away at the surprised glances hse recieved.
"I had just turned seventeen." Buffy grumbled, "But we all know how THAT worked, so...No sex for you, Dawn or your boyfriend turns into a maniac."
"I was eighteen." Willow chimed in, "But um...that changed drastically with time."
"I was seventeen." Tarah admitted.
Fred blushed furiously when her turn came, and she mumbled out her reply.
"What was that?" Cordelia nudged the physisist playfully, "Didn't hear ya."
Fred glared at her friend, knowing that Cordelia was perfectly aware..."Well, considerin' I was stuck in a hell dimension for five years, I am still...yeah."
Faith shook her head, "We have to have a talk with Gunn."