Spike followed the group into The Bronze, a small bar near the camp, watching as Buffy and Willow easily sweet talked their way in, without having to show IDs. He had turned 21 the previous July but didn't mind avoiding the hassle of explaining his International Identification. Spike looked around, chuckling at just how right Xander was about this local crew. There were more mullets in the small room than he had ever seen in his entire life.

The friends took a table near the bar and sent Xander to get the first round.

"Red, how'd you get us in so quick?" Spike asked as he banged his new pack of cigarettes on the table.

"Simple economics really," Willow said with a shrug. "When the camp season is on, The Bronze pulls in more money than this town sees all year."

Buffy smiled at Spike and Oz. "You see, the counselors spend every night here for seven weeks straight, drinking like you wouldn't believe. So in return, the bar lets us in...hassle free."

As Spike began lighting his cigarette, he looked towards the bar to see Xander struggling with the drinks. He signaled to Oz and the two rose to help the boy before he dropped the lot.

"So did I sense a little sparkage between you two on the walk over, or was I hallucinating?" Willow asked, leaning towards her now blushing friend.

"I don't know," Buffy said quietly. "He seemed kind of into Drusilla when she was pawing at him earlier."

Willow waved a hand at her friend, "Don't worry about that psychotic. As far as I can tell, Spike only has eyes for YOU."

"Really?" The blonde asked, peering over her friend's shoulder to where Spike stood trying to help Xander balance two pitchers in one arm. "I'm not so sure. Besides, Angel told me that he and Darla broke up last night," Buffy said, chewing on a pretzel.

"I'd be careful with him, Buffy. Angel's not exactly big with the truth, or monogamy for that matter." Buffy began asking Willow what she meant, when the redhead quickly shushed her. She looked up to see the three young men approaching the table, arms full of glasses of various sizes.

Soon the table was filled with two pitchers of Corona, five pint glasses, five shots of tequila, five lime slices, a salt shaker, and the basket of pretzels Buffy had been munching on. Xander raised his shot glass, "I propose a toast." The other four raised their shot glasses as well. "To a terrific summer.May our heads stay empty and our beds stay full." The group laughed and proceeded to down their shots. Spike looked at Buffy out of the corner of his eye and saw that she had finished her shot before the rest, slamming the glass to the table, letting out a little squeal as she sucked her lime.

Buffy quirked an eyebrow at Spike. "What?" she asked innocently.

"You sure you can handle that luv?" he asked, eyeing her warily.

"Don't let her fool you Spike." Willow responded for her friend. "She may weigh only a little over 100 pounds, but the girl can drink like a 500 pound trucker." Willow yelped as Buffy punched her in the shoulder. She rubbed her arm gingerly, "But Jaggermeister is a whole 'nother ballgame."

Buffy made a sour face and stuck out her tongue, "Bleccch."

Spike gave Buffy an amused glance. She looked really cute with that disgusted look on her face. Little nose all scrunched up.

Willow continued, "Last summer, she probably did about five shots of that stuff, in under two hours, not to mention a couple of beers. She was fun for awhile. Bustin' a move all over the dance floor upstairs." She pointed towards the ceiling. "But afterwards, there was an ick factor." she said with a shudder.

"Also all over the dance floor upstairs." Xander added, patting Buffy on the head like a puppy.

Spike smiled at the blonde, who seemed surprisingly unembarrassed by the story. "Let's just say, I found my trigger," she explained with a straight face. "I can't even smell the stuff anymore."

One shot and another pitcher later, Buffy decided it was Karaoke time. "Ok, who's first?" She asked excitedly waving the microphone in Spike's face.

"Sorry luv. I still need a few more pints before I succumb to complete public humiliation." The blonde laughed, "Plus, I don't want my wings to go to waste," he added, indicating the basket of Buffalo wings in front of him.

Buffy used one finger to wipe a bit of the orange sauce from Spike's chin. "Too late..." She grinned at the shocked boy, and licked her finger clean.

"Ok, break it up." Xander said, getting to his feet, "I'll go." All eyes turned to Xander as he went straight to the machine and plugged in a set of numbers from memory. He grabbed the microphone and the crowd cheered. The young man raised one hand asking for silence, holding the microphone to his lips, serious _expression on his face he began -

**I said, a hip hop, the hibbit, the hibbit, to the hip, hip hop, and you don't stop~**

Willow and Buffy stood up and began cheering for their friend. The blonde turned to Spike who was struck dumb by Xander's newfound rap skills, "He does 'Rapper's Delight' every summer on the first night out. You should hear him do 'Funky Cold Medina.'"

Spike turned his attention back to Xander, who was now making his way through the crowd.

**the beat, now what you hear is not a test-I'm rappin' to the beat;

It's just me, the groove, and my squad, we gonna try to move your feet;

See, I am the doctor spot, and I like to say;

Hello to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow**

The whole room was on their feet, even Cordelia and Harmony. After Xander finished his song, he took a bow and sat down with his friends again. A local woman with bangs that looked like they'd been teased close to five inches high took over the Karaoke spotlight with some Celine Dion song.

"Uggh." Willow groaned. "It looks like Big Bertha's back," she said, indicating the woman with the microphone. She pulled Buffy from her stool. "Come on Buffy. You have to blow her away. She tries to take you on every year."

Buffy sighed at the redhead and looked at four expectant faces. "Shot please?" Xander jumped from his seat and quickly returned from the bar with a tall shot of tequila and a fresh lime. Spike watched in amazement as he watched the small girl slam yet another shot. "Quarters?" Buffy held out her palm to Spike who quickly placed a few in her palm. He was stunned when she rewarded him with a quick kiss on the cheek then ran to the stage.

After 'Bertha's' applause died down, a big cheer erupted from the Sunny-D section of the bar. Willow let out a loud whistle as Spike waited to hear what song Buffy had chosen.

Buffy took a deep breath, and stood stiffly as the intro to the song began. Spike looked at the calm faces at his table, wondering why Buffy wasn't cutting loose. He gave a little silent prayer and looked back at the seemingly nervous girl.

He heard a hushed voice from the speakers, and looked at Buffy, who was still staring at the top of her microphone.

**Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell.

Jimmy Rogers on the victrola up high.

Mama's dancin' with a baby on her shoulder.

The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky.**

Buffy faced the crowd, her eyes sparkling, and began to sway her hips to the music.

**The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything.

Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for.**

Finally, she let it rip as Willow and Xander let out ear-shattering whistles, and all the men in the crowd whooped at the small girl.

**Black velvet and that little boy's smile.

Black velvet with that slow southern style.

A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees.**

Buffy's voice lowered, only slightly above a whisper.

**Black velvet if you please.**

Spike was in heaven. He couldn't see anything in the bar except Buffy. He watched as she circled the room, teasing the locals mercilessly, sitting on a few laps here and there. Spike pouted as he watched Buffy pull Angel to her and laughed when the poof went to grab her ass, only to have Buffy push him back in his seat.

Reaching the bridge, Spike felt a hand on his shoulder and heard Buffy's sweet voice in his right ear.

**Every word of every song that he sang was for you.**

Spike felt his heart pounding in his chest. Buffy's lips were just inches from his own. He placed his hands on her hips, only to have her pull away and strut back to the small stage.

**In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, what could you do?**

Spike fell back in his seat as his breathing began to slow. He looked up to see Willow smiling brightly at him.

Buffy had made it back to the stage with minimal difficulty; only a few of the locals had tried grabbing her on the journey back. She finished up the last chorus and felt the buzz leave her body as she sang the last 'If you please' into the microphone. Buffy laughed giddily and curtseyed to the crowd that was now on their feet. She bounced back to her table, took a large swig of her beer and pointed at Willow, "You're up."

Willow shook her head rapidly. "No way I'm going after you." She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Oz looking at her in that calming way only he could do.

"Come on. We'll do something together. That way we can share the humiliation." Willow gave him a grateful smile as he took her hand and led her up to the stage.

Just as the duo began the first verse of "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart," Spike grimaced when he saw Angel approaching the table.

Buffy felt a hand on her stomach and hot breath in her ear, as the words: "How 'bout that drink sexy?" were whispered in her ears. She turned around to see Angel looming above her. A little uncomfortable at his nearness, Buffy shrugged away the strange feeling, and smiled, nodding her head. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bar.

Spike watched as Buffy and Angel did another shot. Jealousy consumed him as he watched Angel wipe a small piece of the lime from Buffy's lower lip.

**Don't go breakin' my

Don't go breakin' my

Don't go breakin' my heart**

The song ended and Willow and Oz joined their friends again. The redhead turned to Spike, taking his chin in her small hand, forcing him to look away from Angel and Buffy at the bar. "You're up hot stuff."

Spike shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette, "Not likely pet."

"The rock star look all show then?" Spike turned to see Angel standing next to him, one arm draped over Buffy's shoulders.

Off of Buffy's apologetic smile and hopeful gaze, Spike made a command decision. "Alright then.If you insist." He rose from the table, stomped on his cigarette, and walked purposefully towards the Karaoke machine. To everyone else in the bar, he seemed to ooze confidence. A closer look would have revealed a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead and a look of panic flickering across his handsome features.

Buffy watched in amazement as Spike flipped through the song selections, finally making his choice. Never in a hundred years had she expected him to go through with it. Making a fool out of oneself in front of 20 camp counselors is one thing, but in a public place? That was a completely different story. She took a seat on Spike's now vacated stool and waited patiently for the song to begin.

A hush filled the room as a soft; gravely voice leaked its way through the speakers -

**I'm driving in my car

I turn on the radio

I'm pulling you close

You just say no

You say you don't like it

But girl I know you're a liar

'Cause when we kiss Fire**

Before the word fire, Spike looked to the audience, smirked in his usual seductive manner, and let out a low Mmmmmm.

Buffy looked around the room. The women were now swaying to the music, fanning themselves, or whistling at the newly discovered talent.

**Late at night

I'm takin' you home

I say I wanna stay

You say you wanna be alone

You say you don't love me

Girl you can't hide your desire '

Cause when we kiss Fire**

She couldn't believe it. He was a natural. He had this way of making every woman in the room want him. Suddenly, she found herself staring directly into a pair of clear blue eyes. Spike hadn't left the stage, but she could feel his eyes piercing right through her.

**You had a hold on me

Right from the start

A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart

My nerves all jumpin'. Actin' like a fool

Well your kisses they burn

But your heart stays cool**

Buffy felt her pulse quicken as her entire body turned to mush. She had to break eye contact and take another sip of her beer before she slid right off the stool.

Angel noticed Buffy shifting uncomfortably in her seat, "You ok?"

Buffy gasped when Angel put a hand on her shoulder and quickly shook him away. "I'm fine. A few too many shots, I think."

Angel furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the man on stage, working a few of the local ladies, and then looked back to Buffy, who sat in silence, staring into her pint glass intently. Angel shot a dirty look in Spike's direction, and walked back to his own table. Buffy was too involved with her favorite pint glass to notice Angel grab Darla's hand, pulling her out the door.

**Romeo and Juliet

Samson and Delilah

Baby you can bet

Their love they didn't deny

Your words say split

But your words they lie

'Cause when we kiss Fire**

Buffy let out a sigh of relief when the song ended. If he sang even one more word she was going to have an orgasm right there, at the table.

The female portion of the audience cheered. The men remained silent, too upset that this new boy had stolen their women's hearts, as Spike made his way back to the table. Willow jumped from her seat and pulled the young man into a warm embrace. "So I did alright then?" he asked shyly. Willow playfully smacked him on his arm; he mocked a wince and looked at the rest of the table.

"If I ever have a girlfriend, remind me never to leave her alone with you for too long." Xander said, shaking his roommate's hand. Oz just nodded in agreement.

Spike turned his gaze to Buffy who was still fixated on her pint glass. "Pet?"

Buffy slowly lifted her eyes from the glass, refusing to look directly in the blue eyes awaiting her green ones "Bruce Springsteen . . . well done," she said quietly. Turning to Willow she added, "I don't think I'm feeling well, I'm going to get out of here." With that, Buffy stood up and made her way towards the door.

Spike felt a sharp poke in his ribs and heard Willow say quietly, "What are you waiting for? Get going doofus." Spike gave the girl a questioning look, and suddenly felt himself being pushed towards the EXIT, where Buffy now stood.

Buffy jumped as she felt an arm brush her own and saw the door open in front of her. She turned and met Spike's eyes. "I'm not feelin' too well myself luv. Mind if I walk with you?" Buffy shrugged and the two made their way out into the night.