"Oh, come on, guys! How many John Hughes movies can we watch in one night?"
Buffy sighed.
"How much time do we have?! I thought this was going to be a movie-thon! We just finished Breakfast Club, and Ferris Bueller is up next! It's my favorite of his ouvre. Well, except for maybe Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. But come on, Ferris...Ah, I miss Ferris Matthew...Broadway Matthew is -"
"Xander! Come on! I haven't been out to the Bronze since I got back. I know I promised you guys a movie night and we watched some...but I'm in the mood to go out! We can do movie night any time."
"Well, except for that little ogre incident, the Bronze is pretty much always open too," Willow said.
Anya sighed, "For the last time, Olaf was a troll, ok? You think I'd go through all that trouble to turn someone into an ogre? What kind of imagination does that take?!"
"Ok, guys, doesn't matter. Ogre, troll, whatever. Let's just go to the Bronze already!"
"Well, I guess so. Not really dressed for it, though," Willow looked at her self apprehensively.
"No, you look great," Buffy smiled, happy people were warming up to her idea.
"Um, well, ok. But let's wait for Tara. She's out of her evening class by now. She should be here in a few minutes. Nine at the latest."
"NO! Let's leave her a note. She can meet us there."
"Geez, Buff, what's the rush?" Xander frowned.
"No rush. Just...anxious to get out there and shake my groove thang, ya know? It hasn't been shaken in a while...want to go see if it still works."
"Buffy, trust me, you're groove thang is just fine." Xander was rewarded for his comment with a elbow to the side. "Ok, enough with the elbowing!"
"What? You told me I should watch what I say. So I am. And instead of saying that I think you're a horny toad who shouldn't make such comments about his best friend, I elbow you." Anya smiled broadly. Xander sighed and shook his head. He took the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen.
"Come on, guys. Tara will understand! I'm sure she can identify with the call of the groove th-" Buffy was cut off by three sharp knocks on the front door. She froze, her eyes closed. If she could just be quiet, maybe it would go away. Unfortunately, she wasn't alone and her efforts at quiet were cut off by loud laughter. She turned slowly to see Xander doubled over, holding the front door open. He seemed to be having trouble catching his breath.
"Oh, oh man. Oh, Buff, you gotta see this. Guys, come look!" Anya and Willow jumped up to see the cause of all the hilarity. Buffy didn't move. If she had, she would have seen Spike standing on her porch, decked out in clothes he probably recently liberated from a store. He was wearing tan slacks similar to those he had worn the first time he tried to woo her, but darker. He had a light gray t-shirt on with a light blue overshirt that made his eyes stand out more than usual. His hair was gel free and wavy. Buffy also missed his jaw clenching at a steady rate while he tried to look dignified.
Willow frowned a bit. Anya smiled, appreciating the sight. Xander was now trying to dry his tears.
"Oh, this is rich... whaddya want, deadboy?" Xander giggled uncontrollably looking at Spike.
"I'm here to see Buffy," Spike said curtly.
Buffy sighed. For a quick moment she both hated and pitied him. She had told him not to come. He was stubborn and did it anyway. She walked over in front of Xander, finally looking at Spike. Her heart melted at the sight. Flowers. He remembered the flowers. He held them out for her, trying to shove away his agitation.
Buffy took a quick glance back at her bewildered friends and walked out on the porch, shutting the door. Spike's hand dropped.
"Spike...I told you I wasn't-"
"Right. Fine." Spike dropped the flowers on the porch and turned to go. "I guess now we know," he called over his shoulder.
As Buffy stood on the porch watching him and his sexy, wavy hair get further and further away, a car pulled into the driveway. Tara got out and walked up to Buffy. "I think I just saw Spike walking down the road. He looked pretty good. I mean, I'm not a good judge of those things, but I think he looked good. Mad too."
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. On both accounts." She turned and opened the door, letting Tara go in first.
"Ok, what was *that*?" Xander pounced as soon as Buffy was in the door.
She shook her head. "Oh...you know Spike..."
"Yeah, well that was weird. Though I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. So anyway, Tara's here. Are we off to Bronze it?"
Tara frowned. "No funny 80's movies?"
Willow shrugged. "We watched a couple. But now Buffy wants to shake her stuff out on the dance floor. And she, being the most recently dead among us, gets to pick. We're following her bliss tonight!" Everyone looked at her oddly. She blushed. "What? Too soon for dead jokes?"
"No, it's fine, Willow. Jokes are good. Dead jokes even better! I think I could use some laughter right about now." Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to make of Buffy's sudden blue mood.
"Ah, Spike. He's always ruining things. Come on, I think the Bronze will do you good!" Xander patted Buffy on the back. She nodded a little and went to freshen up.
**
Spike had been walking for about 5 minutes when he decided he'd better unclench his jaw if he didn't want to break a tooth. "She did it! I can't believe...after all that talk...'Oh, Spike, you make me feel so warm inside. Oh, Spike, I want to go on a date with you. Oh, Spike, I want to make love to you. But, oh, Spike, don't tell my friends. Because God forbid they know you make me happy.' Soddin' woman!" Spike made a decision to find the nearest bar and drink himself into oblivion. He knew she'd still be haunting his thoughts, but at least the thoughts would be fuzzy and he might not remember them in the morning.
**
TBC
"How much time do we have?! I thought this was going to be a movie-thon! We just finished Breakfast Club, and Ferris Bueller is up next! It's my favorite of his ouvre. Well, except for maybe Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. But come on, Ferris...Ah, I miss Ferris Matthew...Broadway Matthew is -"
"Xander! Come on! I haven't been out to the Bronze since I got back. I know I promised you guys a movie night and we watched some...but I'm in the mood to go out! We can do movie night any time."
"Well, except for that little ogre incident, the Bronze is pretty much always open too," Willow said.
Anya sighed, "For the last time, Olaf was a troll, ok? You think I'd go through all that trouble to turn someone into an ogre? What kind of imagination does that take?!"
"Ok, guys, doesn't matter. Ogre, troll, whatever. Let's just go to the Bronze already!"
"Well, I guess so. Not really dressed for it, though," Willow looked at her self apprehensively.
"No, you look great," Buffy smiled, happy people were warming up to her idea.
"Um, well, ok. But let's wait for Tara. She's out of her evening class by now. She should be here in a few minutes. Nine at the latest."
"NO! Let's leave her a note. She can meet us there."
"Geez, Buff, what's the rush?" Xander frowned.
"No rush. Just...anxious to get out there and shake my groove thang, ya know? It hasn't been shaken in a while...want to go see if it still works."
"Buffy, trust me, you're groove thang is just fine." Xander was rewarded for his comment with a elbow to the side. "Ok, enough with the elbowing!"
"What? You told me I should watch what I say. So I am. And instead of saying that I think you're a horny toad who shouldn't make such comments about his best friend, I elbow you." Anya smiled broadly. Xander sighed and shook his head. He took the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen.
"Come on, guys. Tara will understand! I'm sure she can identify with the call of the groove th-" Buffy was cut off by three sharp knocks on the front door. She froze, her eyes closed. If she could just be quiet, maybe it would go away. Unfortunately, she wasn't alone and her efforts at quiet were cut off by loud laughter. She turned slowly to see Xander doubled over, holding the front door open. He seemed to be having trouble catching his breath.
"Oh, oh man. Oh, Buff, you gotta see this. Guys, come look!" Anya and Willow jumped up to see the cause of all the hilarity. Buffy didn't move. If she had, she would have seen Spike standing on her porch, decked out in clothes he probably recently liberated from a store. He was wearing tan slacks similar to those he had worn the first time he tried to woo her, but darker. He had a light gray t-shirt on with a light blue overshirt that made his eyes stand out more than usual. His hair was gel free and wavy. Buffy also missed his jaw clenching at a steady rate while he tried to look dignified.
Willow frowned a bit. Anya smiled, appreciating the sight. Xander was now trying to dry his tears.
"Oh, this is rich... whaddya want, deadboy?" Xander giggled uncontrollably looking at Spike.
"I'm here to see Buffy," Spike said curtly.
Buffy sighed. For a quick moment she both hated and pitied him. She had told him not to come. He was stubborn and did it anyway. She walked over in front of Xander, finally looking at Spike. Her heart melted at the sight. Flowers. He remembered the flowers. He held them out for her, trying to shove away his agitation.
Buffy took a quick glance back at her bewildered friends and walked out on the porch, shutting the door. Spike's hand dropped.
"Spike...I told you I wasn't-"
"Right. Fine." Spike dropped the flowers on the porch and turned to go. "I guess now we know," he called over his shoulder.
As Buffy stood on the porch watching him and his sexy, wavy hair get further and further away, a car pulled into the driveway. Tara got out and walked up to Buffy. "I think I just saw Spike walking down the road. He looked pretty good. I mean, I'm not a good judge of those things, but I think he looked good. Mad too."
Buffy nodded. "Yeah. On both accounts." She turned and opened the door, letting Tara go in first.
"Ok, what was *that*?" Xander pounced as soon as Buffy was in the door.
She shook her head. "Oh...you know Spike..."
"Yeah, well that was weird. Though I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. So anyway, Tara's here. Are we off to Bronze it?"
Tara frowned. "No funny 80's movies?"
Willow shrugged. "We watched a couple. But now Buffy wants to shake her stuff out on the dance floor. And she, being the most recently dead among us, gets to pick. We're following her bliss tonight!" Everyone looked at her oddly. She blushed. "What? Too soon for dead jokes?"
"No, it's fine, Willow. Jokes are good. Dead jokes even better! I think I could use some laughter right about now." Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to make of Buffy's sudden blue mood.
"Ah, Spike. He's always ruining things. Come on, I think the Bronze will do you good!" Xander patted Buffy on the back. She nodded a little and went to freshen up.
**
Spike had been walking for about 5 minutes when he decided he'd better unclench his jaw if he didn't want to break a tooth. "She did it! I can't believe...after all that talk...'Oh, Spike, you make me feel so warm inside. Oh, Spike, I want to go on a date with you. Oh, Spike, I want to make love to you. But, oh, Spike, don't tell my friends. Because God forbid they know you make me happy.' Soddin' woman!" Spike made a decision to find the nearest bar and drink himself into oblivion. He knew she'd still be haunting his thoughts, but at least the thoughts would be fuzzy and he might not remember them in the morning.
**
TBC
