Willow, waiting patiently and quietly, looks up from her seat.
Her eyes focus on some unseen object.
She sits, and stares, oblivious to all activity and noise.
She suddenly blinks, and sighs slightly.
-I've been waiting for just slightly over two hours-
Feeling a slight grumble embedded deep into her stomach, she gets up from the chair, and moves towards the food lines.
While waiting, she watches as couple dance together, and as solo people hang out and hook up.
-Whoever may have said that the Bronze isnt the place to be must be delusional.- Willow decides to herself.
She feels a sudden tap on one of her shoulders, and turns in place with a grin on her face.
She stops short, and a look with just a touch of fear crosses her face.
"Uhm....Hello, Spike."
The bleached-blonde vampire gives a slight smirk at the young witch's reaction.
"Red." He says, as way of greeting.
A wary look inches its way onto her face, and she takes a step back.
"Spike....please go away, far away!"
-Maybe he'll attack me, and Turn me into a vampire!-
That thought brings forth an expression full of wonder, worry, curiosity, rejection, and quite strangely, hope.
-No! Dont think that!-
Willow mentally kicks herself.
Spike watches as the wide array of expressions come, go and linger.
Willow moves nervously out of the food line, and towards her previous chair, but stops and freezes suddenly as an angered shout is heard from the enterance.
Before either vampire or witch could see the source, or react to it, a hand is whirling Spike around powerfully.
He is greeted with the sight of a pissed Slayer's fist coming straight at his face.
Willow watches the 'fight', all thoughts of getting food jetting out of her mind.
The blonde girl gets a barrage of powerful punches in on Spike before he is enabled to move back.
Spike shakes his head.
"Sis, you really need a day job."
He turns and walks off silently, trying to save his bruised ego.
Buffy starts to move after him, but Willow places a soft hand on the Slayer's shoulder, and shakes her head when Buffy looks at her.
The two friends walk to an unoccupied table, having much to talk about.
The first thing out of Buffy's mouth: "Why, Will? He was talking to you, maybe planning something."
Willow grins weakly.
"Cuz he's so fun to beat up on? For you I mean. Not me. Cuz, y'know, i'm not that good a fighter...."
Willow trails off, growing a bit flustered.
Buffy chuckles softly, then looks serious.
"I mean it, Wills. Why?"
Willow shakes her head slowly, a confused expression on her face.
"I dont know Buffy.
Buffy nods, and a slight smile appears at the corners of her mouth, but inwardly she is concerned.
"I'm sorry I am so late Wills. My boss kept me a bit late tonight. Darn those stuffy English people."
Even as she complains about Giles, the smile spreads.
Willow leans over to the Slayer, and hugs her.
"It's alright Buffy. Couldnt be helped."
-She coulda tried harder.-
-Damn it! Go away you annoying little voice!-
Buffy starts to speak, then her voice trails off softly.
Willow cranes her head around, wanting to get a good look of what affected the Slayer.
Angel is standing near the front enterance to the Bronze, and his gaze is cast at Buffy.
Buffy looks back to Willow.
"Hey Willow, I really am sorry about that."
Willow lets loose a tiny sigh, and she nods her head.
"Go have fun with Angel, Buffy."
Willow hides the dejected feeling she feels as Buffy thanks her, and takes off.
-Wow. What a great friend you have, Willow. She leaves you, who has been waiting for hours, for her vampy boyfriend who just got here. Typical.-
This time, Willow doesnt 'reply' back to the voice.
Instead, she gets up and ignoring the happy Slayer and Angel as they dance, she moves to the exit.
Just before she reaches it, however, something heavy hits her in the back of the head, and blackness envelops.
Her eyes focus on some unseen object.
She sits, and stares, oblivious to all activity and noise.
She suddenly blinks, and sighs slightly.
-I've been waiting for just slightly over two hours-
Feeling a slight grumble embedded deep into her stomach, she gets up from the chair, and moves towards the food lines.
While waiting, she watches as couple dance together, and as solo people hang out and hook up.
-Whoever may have said that the Bronze isnt the place to be must be delusional.- Willow decides to herself.
She feels a sudden tap on one of her shoulders, and turns in place with a grin on her face.
She stops short, and a look with just a touch of fear crosses her face.
"Uhm....Hello, Spike."
The bleached-blonde vampire gives a slight smirk at the young witch's reaction.
"Red." He says, as way of greeting.
A wary look inches its way onto her face, and she takes a step back.
"Spike....please go away, far away!"
-Maybe he'll attack me, and Turn me into a vampire!-
That thought brings forth an expression full of wonder, worry, curiosity, rejection, and quite strangely, hope.
-No! Dont think that!-
Willow mentally kicks herself.
Spike watches as the wide array of expressions come, go and linger.
Willow moves nervously out of the food line, and towards her previous chair, but stops and freezes suddenly as an angered shout is heard from the enterance.
Before either vampire or witch could see the source, or react to it, a hand is whirling Spike around powerfully.
He is greeted with the sight of a pissed Slayer's fist coming straight at his face.
Willow watches the 'fight', all thoughts of getting food jetting out of her mind.
The blonde girl gets a barrage of powerful punches in on Spike before he is enabled to move back.
Spike shakes his head.
"Sis, you really need a day job."
He turns and walks off silently, trying to save his bruised ego.
Buffy starts to move after him, but Willow places a soft hand on the Slayer's shoulder, and shakes her head when Buffy looks at her.
The two friends walk to an unoccupied table, having much to talk about.
The first thing out of Buffy's mouth: "Why, Will? He was talking to you, maybe planning something."
Willow grins weakly.
"Cuz he's so fun to beat up on? For you I mean. Not me. Cuz, y'know, i'm not that good a fighter...."
Willow trails off, growing a bit flustered.
Buffy chuckles softly, then looks serious.
"I mean it, Wills. Why?"
Willow shakes her head slowly, a confused expression on her face.
"I dont know Buffy.
Buffy nods, and a slight smile appears at the corners of her mouth, but inwardly she is concerned.
"I'm sorry I am so late Wills. My boss kept me a bit late tonight. Darn those stuffy English people."
Even as she complains about Giles, the smile spreads.
Willow leans over to the Slayer, and hugs her.
"It's alright Buffy. Couldnt be helped."
-She coulda tried harder.-
-Damn it! Go away you annoying little voice!-
Buffy starts to speak, then her voice trails off softly.
Willow cranes her head around, wanting to get a good look of what affected the Slayer.
Angel is standing near the front enterance to the Bronze, and his gaze is cast at Buffy.
Buffy looks back to Willow.
"Hey Willow, I really am sorry about that."
Willow lets loose a tiny sigh, and she nods her head.
"Go have fun with Angel, Buffy."
Willow hides the dejected feeling she feels as Buffy thanks her, and takes off.
-Wow. What a great friend you have, Willow. She leaves you, who has been waiting for hours, for her vampy boyfriend who just got here. Typical.-
This time, Willow doesnt 'reply' back to the voice.
Instead, she gets up and ignoring the happy Slayer and Angel as they dance, she moves to the exit.
Just before she reaches it, however, something heavy hits her in the back of the head, and blackness envelops.