FORCED ROOMIES—PART FIVE: the prisoners strike back
Buffy was watching the person on the couch next to her
instead of the television screen. Spike looked to be up to something, and
considering absolutely nothing was 'up' at the moment,
what else was there to do? "What are you doing?"
Spike looked at her and smirked. "Giles locked us in here to teach us a lesson,
am I right?"
Buffy nodded. "So we return the favour and show him what a mistake it was to
lock us in a house together."
Buffy liked the sound of that, even if she didn't like
the person who said it. "Any suggestions?"
"If we ask your little friend to bring a marker, we could nicely decorate the
walls with points for insults and comebacks," Spike said and considered the
chaos they would leave the house in.
"We can answer the phone funny, I'm sure no one knows Giles isn't here. That should work fine and just drive him insane," Buffy said, her expression mirroring Spike's.
"Do you think he forgot that the only thing worse than the two of arguing is the two of us working together?" Buffy wondered and thought of the kinds of hellish acts the two of them were capable of if they worked together.
"He must have. I wouldn't wish us on anyone," Spike said, wiping some Slayer Chronicles off the table and putting a blank sheet in their place.
"Any more ideas?"
An hour later, the two were staring at an impressive
list of possible paybacks for being locked with each other. "I suggest you call
your friend now and ask her to bring everything we need right now," Spike said.
Buffy nodded and called Willow to give her the
instructions. "All done; I'm gonna take a shower and put soap on the mirrors,"
Buffy said and left.
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Spike was looking at the redhead in front of him. He could tell that she suspected them of something, but that she couldn't really tell what it was. Spike smirked and looked past Willow outside. There was a blonde standing outside the door. Whoever she was, she wasn't surprised to see that invisible barriers did exist and was probably a witch like Willow. But he could feel something else, something romantic. That was cute, Willow and the blonde were in love.
"Where's Buffy?" Willow asked suspiciously.
"Right here," Buffy said, coming down the stairs, "do you have our stuff?"
Willow indicated the bags at her feet and excused herself.
"Who's the blonde?"
"Love."
"What?"
Spike shrugged her off and grabbed one of the markers. "Names or nicknames," he
asked, putting a chair to the wall and throwing the objects lining the wall to
the couch.
"Nicknames," Buffy said, throwing various colors of paint into a bucket and
mixing them.
Spike nodded and drew two columns on the wall. "What
are you?"
"Just 'Slutty'; you're Fangless. Much easier".
Spike nodded and wrote the two names on the wall. "What
about the paint?"
Buffy looked at her buckets. "There, finished. Let's repaint the bathroom".
With that, Buffy and Spike each grabbed two buckets and walked up the stairs to repaint the bathroom and maybe a room or two. Giles was going to pay.
