"Hey! I do not sound like that!"
Spike just smirked at her. "I don't!"
"Sure you don't. Are you gonna do the spell or not?"
"Already done."
"Then get drinking."
"Fine." Willow took the bottle from his hand, her fingers brushing against his before he released it. She brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back. She didn't lower it until the bottle was empty.
Meanwhile, at the Bronze....
Xander looked down at Buffy. He had been dancing when he heard Willow's outburst. He reached out a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. "What was that about?"
"I have no idea. We were just talking, and then she started getting all excited. Do you think she's possessed?"
"I don't know, Buffy. Is she giving you the wiggins?"
"Well, no."
"Then I guess she's not. Do you think I should go try to calm her down?"
"Nah. She probably needs some alone time. It's near that time. Must be hormones or something. Come on, let's dance."
" 'kay."
"Didn't think you had it in you, pet."
"I have a lot of things in me you don't know about." Spike smirked at this, and casually lowered his hand to Willow's thigh. She jumped, and his smirk, if possible, grew even smirkier. ~I don't believe I'm flirting with Spike! And he's flirting back! It's gotta be the liquor. Beer bad, Willow, beer bad. But this isn't beer. So it's okay, and not bad. You could even call it good. Yep, liquor is perfectly good. And it's the only reason we're flirting. Nothing else.~
"So, Spike, you want to go back to our game?"
"Sure, luv, whose turn is it?"
"Mine, and I have the perfect dare for you. I dare you-"
"Hey! Don't I get a choice?"
"Nope, not anymore. I dare you to go the Bronze with me and ask the first person you see who you know and isn't me to dance with you. And you have to keep asking until they say yes."
Spike thought about the people he knew who went to the Bronze. Buffy, Xander, Anya, Willow, and Dawn. ~I don't fancy dancing with any of 'em. Well, none of 'em but Willow. And I can't ask her.~"You're evil."
"As evil as you are?" Willow asked sweetly.
"No one's that evil. Let's go." Spike put his arms around Willow and stood up.
"Hey! I can walk!"
"So can I."
"Spike! That wasn't what I meant, and you know it. Put me down."
"No."
"Please?"
"Pet, I'm not going to put you down until we get there, so you might as well stop asking."
"Fine. Lead on, my good and faithful servant."
"You're dappy."
"I know what that means. And I am not."
"Are too."
"We are not doing this again."
"Fine."
"Good."
They kept up the friendly banter all the way to the Bronze.
At the Bronze, while Spike and Willow are walking....
"Buffy, I'm gonna go get a drink. You want?"
"No thanks. I'll be over on that couch." Buffy pointed to a couch in the corner.
" 'K. Be right back.
When they reached the door of the Bronze, Spike set Willow on her feet and paid their cover. They walked in and the first person Spike saw was Xander, walking towards the bar to get a drink. He tried to look away and pretend he hadn't seen him, but Willow was watching him. "Uh-uh, Spike. You saw him. Now go ask."
"No."
"You have to."
"No, I don't."
"If you don't, I'll just make you do something worse."
"What could be worse than that?"
Willow smiled, and put her hand on Spike's duster-clad arm. Leaning up, she whispered in his ear. "So, Spike, what was it like with Buffy? She told me everything, but I wanna know your side. You know who else I think would be interested? Angel. I'm sure he'd love to hear e-ve-ry detail." She stretched the word 'every'. "Let's go and call him right now. I'm betting we'd see him by eleven. What do you think?"
Spike scowled at her. "Fine. I'll get the div to dance with me. But, you have to do my dare first."
"What is it?"
"I dare you to not mention that bloody wanker for the rest of the night."
"Which one?"
"Angelus, the tosspot."
"Okay. Now go tango."
Spike scowled at her again, then stomped over to Xander.
Spike just smirked at her. "I don't!"
"Sure you don't. Are you gonna do the spell or not?"
"Already done."
"Then get drinking."
"Fine." Willow took the bottle from his hand, her fingers brushing against his before he released it. She brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back. She didn't lower it until the bottle was empty.
Meanwhile, at the Bronze....
Xander looked down at Buffy. He had been dancing when he heard Willow's outburst. He reached out a hand. She took it and he pulled her to her feet. "What was that about?"
"I have no idea. We were just talking, and then she started getting all excited. Do you think she's possessed?"
"I don't know, Buffy. Is she giving you the wiggins?"
"Well, no."
"Then I guess she's not. Do you think I should go try to calm her down?"
"Nah. She probably needs some alone time. It's near that time. Must be hormones or something. Come on, let's dance."
" 'kay."
"Didn't think you had it in you, pet."
"I have a lot of things in me you don't know about." Spike smirked at this, and casually lowered his hand to Willow's thigh. She jumped, and his smirk, if possible, grew even smirkier. ~I don't believe I'm flirting with Spike! And he's flirting back! It's gotta be the liquor. Beer bad, Willow, beer bad. But this isn't beer. So it's okay, and not bad. You could even call it good. Yep, liquor is perfectly good. And it's the only reason we're flirting. Nothing else.~
"So, Spike, you want to go back to our game?"
"Sure, luv, whose turn is it?"
"Mine, and I have the perfect dare for you. I dare you-"
"Hey! Don't I get a choice?"
"Nope, not anymore. I dare you to go the Bronze with me and ask the first person you see who you know and isn't me to dance with you. And you have to keep asking until they say yes."
Spike thought about the people he knew who went to the Bronze. Buffy, Xander, Anya, Willow, and Dawn. ~I don't fancy dancing with any of 'em. Well, none of 'em but Willow. And I can't ask her.~"You're evil."
"As evil as you are?" Willow asked sweetly.
"No one's that evil. Let's go." Spike put his arms around Willow and stood up.
"Hey! I can walk!"
"So can I."
"Spike! That wasn't what I meant, and you know it. Put me down."
"No."
"Please?"
"Pet, I'm not going to put you down until we get there, so you might as well stop asking."
"Fine. Lead on, my good and faithful servant."
"You're dappy."
"I know what that means. And I am not."
"Are too."
"We are not doing this again."
"Fine."
"Good."
They kept up the friendly banter all the way to the Bronze.
At the Bronze, while Spike and Willow are walking....
"Buffy, I'm gonna go get a drink. You want?"
"No thanks. I'll be over on that couch." Buffy pointed to a couch in the corner.
" 'K. Be right back.
When they reached the door of the Bronze, Spike set Willow on her feet and paid their cover. They walked in and the first person Spike saw was Xander, walking towards the bar to get a drink. He tried to look away and pretend he hadn't seen him, but Willow was watching him. "Uh-uh, Spike. You saw him. Now go ask."
"No."
"You have to."
"No, I don't."
"If you don't, I'll just make you do something worse."
"What could be worse than that?"
Willow smiled, and put her hand on Spike's duster-clad arm. Leaning up, she whispered in his ear. "So, Spike, what was it like with Buffy? She told me everything, but I wanna know your side. You know who else I think would be interested? Angel. I'm sure he'd love to hear e-ve-ry detail." She stretched the word 'every'. "Let's go and call him right now. I'm betting we'd see him by eleven. What do you think?"
Spike scowled at her. "Fine. I'll get the div to dance with me. But, you have to do my dare first."
"What is it?"
"I dare you to not mention that bloody wanker for the rest of the night."
"Which one?"
"Angelus, the tosspot."
"Okay. Now go tango."
Spike scowled at her again, then stomped over to Xander.