Buffy found an empty desk and took a seat. She put her books on top of it,
turned the light on, opened her math book and started to work on her homework.
"Is this seat taken?" a tall, handsome man asked as he nodded to the empty chair on the
opposite side of the desk. He looked like he was in his early-twenties
"No, you can have it," Buffy said as she moved her books over to make room for him.
"Thanks," he said as he sat down. "I'm Angel."
"Buffy." She looked back down at her book.
"The Crucible, Arthur Miller. Good book," Angel said.
Buffy looked up. "Yeah, you've read it?" she asked.
"Required reading, twelfth grade, Sunneydale High." He smiled. "So yeah, I've read it."
"What's you favorite part?" Buffy asked with interest.
"The witchcraft."
"Uh huh," she said, unimpressed.
Angel continued, "I like John Proctor. He's good and honest, and yet he's not perfect. He's easy to relate to. I hate when authors make their characters act like Superman. And Abigail, before she came along John was so sure of himself. Then they met and everything changed."
Buffy leaned back in her chair and moved a strand of hair out of her face. "She's so evil though," she said.
"That's only if you choose to make her evil. Almost all her actions have bad consequences. If she has any good in her the reader doesn't get to see much of it. But she's not the only one to blame," Angel paused. "Or maybe everyone else was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"You're a lot smarter than you act," Buffy said.
"How do you know that? You just met me."
"I can tell."
"All you know about me is my name and what I think of a book."
"I know that you try and give off the impression that you're not as smart as you really are."
Angel looked at her strangely. "Where did you get that from?"
"When I first asked you what your favorite part of the book was you said 'the witchcraft' you notice I was unimpressed and went into major detail and you sounded intelligent. So, if you're not, you're really good at hiding it."
"You're good."
Buffy smiled. "I know."
"Well since you know so much about me, I deserve to know a little about you."
"Like what?"
"Like…where do you go to school? What grade are you in?"
"You already know that," she said pointing to her copy of The Crucible.
"Well…how come I've never seen you around before? This is a small town and I know everybody."
"I moved here yesterday."
"Why did you move?"
"My mom died, I came to live with my dad," she said a little bit too fast.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Buffy looked at Angel's watch. "I have to go. I told my dad I would be home twenty minutes ago."
"Do you want a ride?"
"No, thanks. I'll just walk."
"How about I walk you home? That way if I turn out to be some perverted psycho you can always run."
"Deal."
"Buffy!" Willow called to her new friend after first period.
Buffy looked to see who was talking to her. She saw Willow waving for her to come over. Willow was wearing a short black skirt with a red low-cut top and knee-high boots. All of her clothes looked like they were two sizes too small.
"Hey Willow."
"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to The Bronze with me tonight."
"The Bronze?"
"It's a club. Everyone hangs there. It would be a great place for you to meet people. Actually, there will be some people that I want to introduce you to."
"I don't know."
"You have to come."
"All right, but I have to be home by ten."
"Great! I'll meet you there."
"Wait, Willow!"
"Yeah?"
"I don't know where it is," Buffy said pointedly.
Willow took out a piece of paper and scribbled down the address. "Meet me there at eight. It'll be easy to find."
Willow was right. The Bronze wasn't hard to find. All she had to do was follow the mobs of teenagers and the cars blasting loud music. The hard part was finding Willow. If the cheerleader hadn't waved, Buffy would have been looking in the crowded club for hours.
"Buffy, I want you to meet my friend, Cordelia."
Buffy was shocked to see Xander's arm around her shoulders and his other hand resting on her oversized belly. "We've met. She's my neighbor."
"Nice outfit," Cordelia said.
Buffy looked down at her black knee length skirt, the shortest one she owned, and her white blouse, which was neatly tucked into her skirt. "Thank you," she responded.
Cordelia laughed as Xander pulled her into his lap.
"I'm going to get a drink. You want to come?"
"Okay," Buffy said as she followed Willow and left Xander and Cordelia alone.
"Are they going out?" Buffy asked when they were out of earshot from the smooching couple.
"Sort of," Willow said in response.
"What do you mean sort of?"
"They're fuck buddies. He's the guy who got her knocked up."
"Oh," Buffy said in shocked response.
When they reached the line at the bar Willow turned her attention to the band.
"You ever heard of 'The Dingo's Ate My Baby'?" Willow asked.
"No, is that the band?"
"Yeah, they're pretty big around here."
"Can I get you something?" the woman behind the bar interrupted.
"I'll have a strawberry Margarita with extra salt," Willow turned and looked at Buffy. "What do you want?"
"I'll just have a water."
"Don't they check ID here?" Buffy asked when the waitress disappeared behind the counter to get their drinks.
"Yeah."
"Then how are you getting an alcoholic drink?"
Willow knew she was a good girl, but she didn't know Buffy was this good. "Fake ID. Where in L.A. did you say you were you from?" She thought people from LA knew this kind of stuff.
"Long Beach. Why?"
"Nevermind."
"ID please?" The waitress returned with their drinks. Willow showed her fake ID to the lady and paid for the drinks.
"Hey," Angel said as he approached Cordelia and Xander.
"Hey. What's up?"
Xander and Angel's fists collided in a "guy's handshake."
"Hey," Buffy said when she saw Angel.
He looked up. He was surprised to see her. Xander, Cordelia and Willow didn't seem like the type of people she would hang out with. "Hey."
"You guys know each other?" Willow interrupted.
"Yeah we've met."
"Where?"
"The lib-"
"The park," Angel interrupted before she could tell his friends she met him at the library.
"I promised some people I'd meet them here. I'll be right back," Angel said as he walked off. Buffy sat down and set her drink on the table. When she put her drink down Xander nodded to Cordelia.
"Buffy, will you come to the bathroom with me?" she asked.
"Sure."
"Xander, watch my purse," Cordelia said as they walked off.
Once they were out of sight Xander reached into Cordelia's purse and pulled out a small, white tablet. He smiled at Willow and dropped it into Buffy's water.
"Showtime."
1 hour later:
Buffy walked up the steps to the balcony, where her friends were sitting. "Where's Angel?" she asked.
"He's dancing." Buffy looked down at the dance floor. It took a while for her eyes to focus, but when they did she saw Angel dancing with a blonde who Buffy thought looked a lot like Barbie. She was suddenly overcome with jealously.
"I'll be back in a little while," she said as she stumbled back down the steps.
"Can I cut in?" Buffy asked when she approached Angel and Barbie.
"Sure," the blonde said as she stepped away and went to find someone else to dance with.
Buffy pushed herself against him.
"Oh…Buffy… maybe we should go sit down."
"Why? We just started dancing."
Angel couldn't believe that Buffy, innocent Buffy, was dancing around him… on him like this. He backed away but she followed and pressed her self against him harder.
"You can't handle me?" she asked seductively.
"You're drunk," he said as he removed her hands from his back pockets.
"I don't drink, silly."
If she were any closer she would be on top of him.
"Then someone spiked your drink cause your drunk."
"Angel, shut up," Buffy said as she pulled his head down to hers.
Her lips locked with his as she forced her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was full of hunger and passion. Angel knew he should pull away. It wasn't right, she was drunk and would never be doing any of this is she were sober. He had to admit, even though she was drunk she was a good kisser.
"He's not going to stop her," Cordelia laughed.
Cordelia, Xander and Willow were all watching from their seats on the balcony.
"She isn't going to remember any of this when she wakes up naked in Angel's bed tomorrow."
Angel forced his lips off of Buffy's.
"Buffy…" Before he could finish what he was saying she started sucking on his neck. He stood there, as her arms wrapped around his waist pulling him as close as she could. Angel forced himself to push her away.
"Let's go upstairs with everyone else."
"I don't want to," she said as she tripped on the first step.
"Are you okay?" Angel kneeled down beside her.
"I think so… you want to kiss me again?"
"We'll see," he said as he helped Buffy to her feet.
He let her lean on him as he helped her up the rest of the stairs. Angel sat Buffy down on the couch next to Willow. As soon as he stepped away, Buffy jumped up and grabbed him by his shirt and attacked him with her mouth. Xander, Cordelia and Willow all clapped as Angel pulled away.
"I'm going to take her home. I'll see you guys tomorrow at my place, right?" He asked.
"We'll be there."
"Later," he said as he helped Buffy down the stairs.
"Angel," Xander called.
"Yeah?" he turned around.
"Have fun tonight." Angel gave Xander a sarcastic smile and half carried Buffy out of The Bronze.
TBC… Buffy finds out what really happened when she was wasted.
turned the light on, opened her math book and started to work on her homework.
"Is this seat taken?" a tall, handsome man asked as he nodded to the empty chair on the
opposite side of the desk. He looked like he was in his early-twenties
"No, you can have it," Buffy said as she moved her books over to make room for him.
"Thanks," he said as he sat down. "I'm Angel."
"Buffy." She looked back down at her book.
"The Crucible, Arthur Miller. Good book," Angel said.
Buffy looked up. "Yeah, you've read it?" she asked.
"Required reading, twelfth grade, Sunneydale High." He smiled. "So yeah, I've read it."
"What's you favorite part?" Buffy asked with interest.
"The witchcraft."
"Uh huh," she said, unimpressed.
Angel continued, "I like John Proctor. He's good and honest, and yet he's not perfect. He's easy to relate to. I hate when authors make their characters act like Superman. And Abigail, before she came along John was so sure of himself. Then they met and everything changed."
Buffy leaned back in her chair and moved a strand of hair out of her face. "She's so evil though," she said.
"That's only if you choose to make her evil. Almost all her actions have bad consequences. If she has any good in her the reader doesn't get to see much of it. But she's not the only one to blame," Angel paused. "Or maybe everyone else was just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"You're a lot smarter than you act," Buffy said.
"How do you know that? You just met me."
"I can tell."
"All you know about me is my name and what I think of a book."
"I know that you try and give off the impression that you're not as smart as you really are."
Angel looked at her strangely. "Where did you get that from?"
"When I first asked you what your favorite part of the book was you said 'the witchcraft' you notice I was unimpressed and went into major detail and you sounded intelligent. So, if you're not, you're really good at hiding it."
"You're good."
Buffy smiled. "I know."
"Well since you know so much about me, I deserve to know a little about you."
"Like what?"
"Like…where do you go to school? What grade are you in?"
"You already know that," she said pointing to her copy of The Crucible.
"Well…how come I've never seen you around before? This is a small town and I know everybody."
"I moved here yesterday."
"Why did you move?"
"My mom died, I came to live with my dad," she said a little bit too fast.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
Buffy looked at Angel's watch. "I have to go. I told my dad I would be home twenty minutes ago."
"Do you want a ride?"
"No, thanks. I'll just walk."
"How about I walk you home? That way if I turn out to be some perverted psycho you can always run."
"Deal."
"Buffy!" Willow called to her new friend after first period.
Buffy looked to see who was talking to her. She saw Willow waving for her to come over. Willow was wearing a short black skirt with a red low-cut top and knee-high boots. All of her clothes looked like they were two sizes too small.
"Hey Willow."
"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go to The Bronze with me tonight."
"The Bronze?"
"It's a club. Everyone hangs there. It would be a great place for you to meet people. Actually, there will be some people that I want to introduce you to."
"I don't know."
"You have to come."
"All right, but I have to be home by ten."
"Great! I'll meet you there."
"Wait, Willow!"
"Yeah?"
"I don't know where it is," Buffy said pointedly.
Willow took out a piece of paper and scribbled down the address. "Meet me there at eight. It'll be easy to find."
Willow was right. The Bronze wasn't hard to find. All she had to do was follow the mobs of teenagers and the cars blasting loud music. The hard part was finding Willow. If the cheerleader hadn't waved, Buffy would have been looking in the crowded club for hours.
"Buffy, I want you to meet my friend, Cordelia."
Buffy was shocked to see Xander's arm around her shoulders and his other hand resting on her oversized belly. "We've met. She's my neighbor."
"Nice outfit," Cordelia said.
Buffy looked down at her black knee length skirt, the shortest one she owned, and her white blouse, which was neatly tucked into her skirt. "Thank you," she responded.
Cordelia laughed as Xander pulled her into his lap.
"I'm going to get a drink. You want to come?"
"Okay," Buffy said as she followed Willow and left Xander and Cordelia alone.
"Are they going out?" Buffy asked when they were out of earshot from the smooching couple.
"Sort of," Willow said in response.
"What do you mean sort of?"
"They're fuck buddies. He's the guy who got her knocked up."
"Oh," Buffy said in shocked response.
When they reached the line at the bar Willow turned her attention to the band.
"You ever heard of 'The Dingo's Ate My Baby'?" Willow asked.
"No, is that the band?"
"Yeah, they're pretty big around here."
"Can I get you something?" the woman behind the bar interrupted.
"I'll have a strawberry Margarita with extra salt," Willow turned and looked at Buffy. "What do you want?"
"I'll just have a water."
"Don't they check ID here?" Buffy asked when the waitress disappeared behind the counter to get their drinks.
"Yeah."
"Then how are you getting an alcoholic drink?"
Willow knew she was a good girl, but she didn't know Buffy was this good. "Fake ID. Where in L.A. did you say you were you from?" She thought people from LA knew this kind of stuff.
"Long Beach. Why?"
"Nevermind."
"ID please?" The waitress returned with their drinks. Willow showed her fake ID to the lady and paid for the drinks.
"Hey," Angel said as he approached Cordelia and Xander.
"Hey. What's up?"
Xander and Angel's fists collided in a "guy's handshake."
"Hey," Buffy said when she saw Angel.
He looked up. He was surprised to see her. Xander, Cordelia and Willow didn't seem like the type of people she would hang out with. "Hey."
"You guys know each other?" Willow interrupted.
"Yeah we've met."
"Where?"
"The lib-"
"The park," Angel interrupted before she could tell his friends she met him at the library.
"I promised some people I'd meet them here. I'll be right back," Angel said as he walked off. Buffy sat down and set her drink on the table. When she put her drink down Xander nodded to Cordelia.
"Buffy, will you come to the bathroom with me?" she asked.
"Sure."
"Xander, watch my purse," Cordelia said as they walked off.
Once they were out of sight Xander reached into Cordelia's purse and pulled out a small, white tablet. He smiled at Willow and dropped it into Buffy's water.
"Showtime."
1 hour later:
Buffy walked up the steps to the balcony, where her friends were sitting. "Where's Angel?" she asked.
"He's dancing." Buffy looked down at the dance floor. It took a while for her eyes to focus, but when they did she saw Angel dancing with a blonde who Buffy thought looked a lot like Barbie. She was suddenly overcome with jealously.
"I'll be back in a little while," she said as she stumbled back down the steps.
"Can I cut in?" Buffy asked when she approached Angel and Barbie.
"Sure," the blonde said as she stepped away and went to find someone else to dance with.
Buffy pushed herself against him.
"Oh…Buffy… maybe we should go sit down."
"Why? We just started dancing."
Angel couldn't believe that Buffy, innocent Buffy, was dancing around him… on him like this. He backed away but she followed and pressed her self against him harder.
"You can't handle me?" she asked seductively.
"You're drunk," he said as he removed her hands from his back pockets.
"I don't drink, silly."
If she were any closer she would be on top of him.
"Then someone spiked your drink cause your drunk."
"Angel, shut up," Buffy said as she pulled his head down to hers.
Her lips locked with his as she forced her tongue into his mouth. The kiss was full of hunger and passion. Angel knew he should pull away. It wasn't right, she was drunk and would never be doing any of this is she were sober. He had to admit, even though she was drunk she was a good kisser.
"He's not going to stop her," Cordelia laughed.
Cordelia, Xander and Willow were all watching from their seats on the balcony.
"She isn't going to remember any of this when she wakes up naked in Angel's bed tomorrow."
Angel forced his lips off of Buffy's.
"Buffy…" Before he could finish what he was saying she started sucking on his neck. He stood there, as her arms wrapped around his waist pulling him as close as she could. Angel forced himself to push her away.
"Let's go upstairs with everyone else."
"I don't want to," she said as she tripped on the first step.
"Are you okay?" Angel kneeled down beside her.
"I think so… you want to kiss me again?"
"We'll see," he said as he helped Buffy to her feet.
He let her lean on him as he helped her up the rest of the stairs. Angel sat Buffy down on the couch next to Willow. As soon as he stepped away, Buffy jumped up and grabbed him by his shirt and attacked him with her mouth. Xander, Cordelia and Willow all clapped as Angel pulled away.
"I'm going to take her home. I'll see you guys tomorrow at my place, right?" He asked.
"We'll be there."
"Later," he said as he helped Buffy down the stairs.
"Angel," Xander called.
"Yeah?" he turned around.
"Have fun tonight." Angel gave Xander a sarcastic smile and half carried Buffy out of The Bronze.
TBC… Buffy finds out what really happened when she was wasted.