CHAPTER3-SunDoesn'tRise
"What's wrong? Am I gonna get my drink anytime soon?"
Sara was staring. There was just something about this one... "Oops! Sorry about that... it'll be a second, 'kay?"
Spike chuckled at this. "A little sleepy, aren't we? What were you doing last night?"
Sara blushed like an atom bomb went off in both cheeks. He was charming, but she couldn't let her guard down.
No telling what kind of weirdo he might be.
She handed him the whiskey with a smile. "No... just a little out of it today."
"Why do ya think that is?"
"I... I dunno. Hungover, maybe." It was a lie. She hadn't drunk a single drop the previous night. She didn't know why she felt this way. Maybe it was just that he had started her thinking about Jon.
"Yeah, that's what you get for being a bartender." Spike made a chugging motion with his hand. It actually made
her laugh a little. She hadn't laughed in a long, long time. Sara was taking a liking to this guy.
She turned to the sink, and when she turned back, he was already on the other side of the bar. Damn. She was just starting to have her first nice conversation in years. 'Whatever,' She thought, 'Probably a rapist anyway.'
Right then, the door opened. Sara looked up just in time to spot a giant.
The guy must've been at least 7 feet tall. Built like a bull, too. Crushed nose, little beady eyes, looked
like a bulldog on steroids. His long blonde hair hung in his eyes, covering them slightly. But you could still tell
that he was an ugly sonofabitch, no matter how much shit he covered his face with. She was too busy looking at
it to even notice the gargantuan blade slung across his back. If she had, she would have cowered in fear. She had only a little more time to observe him, and then he was in front of her, hands on the bartop, a huge grin slapped on his disgusting head.
"I see ya'll lookin' darlin," He grabbed her arm with not-really-that-suprising strength, "I know you want some of this..."
She'd experienced this a million times before, but never like this. This guy was fucking HUGE! She had a feeling that a taser wouldn't do it this time. Hell, she would try anyway. In a flash, she had grabbed the weapon out from behind the bar, and was swinging it at his face.
He caught her hand. The motherfucker caught her hand.
"Aww... playin' hard ta git, eh? Ain't gon do ya any good... I know you want this." He slid her weaponless hand toward his crotch. Shit, this had never happened. Well, she could bear it. Fighting it only made it worse. Then she saw the hand grasp his shoulder.
"Hey cowboy," It was Spike! He had actually come to help her? "Why don't you let go of the pretty lady's hand,
and let her serve drinks in peace?"
She barely saw him move. And before anyone knew it, the Giant was standing with Spike's gun pressed up
against his temple. Sara couldn't help but smile.
"Boy-" The Giant began, but Spike cut him off.
"I don't think you should be using that tone with me. It's quite stupid. Just ask anyone in here!"
"You scrawny little maggot..."
"I guess you really wanna die. What's the matter?" Spike had a giant smile on his face, "Daddy didn't hug you? Suicide isn't good for your health...."
"Fuck you."
"Really?" That smile was growing bigger with every word, "I think there's something that you failed to realize friend..." Spike cocked the pistol, "You're the one who's fucked."
The Bulldog made his move, reaching for the gun hanging from his belt. He didn't even get to touch it.
There was a bang, then a resounding thud as his body hit the floor. Spike looked up, and his eyes met hers. There was a long silence before he spoke.
"Think he'll be alright?"
Sara smiled, "I think we've lost him. You wanna try CPR, be my guest."
"On that hideous bastard? Hell, no."
They both laughed. Ka like the wind had become Ka like a bullet, and it was flying straight for her.
"What's wrong? Am I gonna get my drink anytime soon?"
Sara was staring. There was just something about this one... "Oops! Sorry about that... it'll be a second, 'kay?"
Spike chuckled at this. "A little sleepy, aren't we? What were you doing last night?"
Sara blushed like an atom bomb went off in both cheeks. He was charming, but she couldn't let her guard down.
No telling what kind of weirdo he might be.
She handed him the whiskey with a smile. "No... just a little out of it today."
"Why do ya think that is?"
"I... I dunno. Hungover, maybe." It was a lie. She hadn't drunk a single drop the previous night. She didn't know why she felt this way. Maybe it was just that he had started her thinking about Jon.
"Yeah, that's what you get for being a bartender." Spike made a chugging motion with his hand. It actually made
her laugh a little. She hadn't laughed in a long, long time. Sara was taking a liking to this guy.
She turned to the sink, and when she turned back, he was already on the other side of the bar. Damn. She was just starting to have her first nice conversation in years. 'Whatever,' She thought, 'Probably a rapist anyway.'
Right then, the door opened. Sara looked up just in time to spot a giant.
The guy must've been at least 7 feet tall. Built like a bull, too. Crushed nose, little beady eyes, looked
like a bulldog on steroids. His long blonde hair hung in his eyes, covering them slightly. But you could still tell
that he was an ugly sonofabitch, no matter how much shit he covered his face with. She was too busy looking at
it to even notice the gargantuan blade slung across his back. If she had, she would have cowered in fear. She had only a little more time to observe him, and then he was in front of her, hands on the bartop, a huge grin slapped on his disgusting head.
"I see ya'll lookin' darlin," He grabbed her arm with not-really-that-suprising strength, "I know you want some of this..."
She'd experienced this a million times before, but never like this. This guy was fucking HUGE! She had a feeling that a taser wouldn't do it this time. Hell, she would try anyway. In a flash, she had grabbed the weapon out from behind the bar, and was swinging it at his face.
He caught her hand. The motherfucker caught her hand.
"Aww... playin' hard ta git, eh? Ain't gon do ya any good... I know you want this." He slid her weaponless hand toward his crotch. Shit, this had never happened. Well, she could bear it. Fighting it only made it worse. Then she saw the hand grasp his shoulder.
"Hey cowboy," It was Spike! He had actually come to help her? "Why don't you let go of the pretty lady's hand,
and let her serve drinks in peace?"
She barely saw him move. And before anyone knew it, the Giant was standing with Spike's gun pressed up
against his temple. Sara couldn't help but smile.
"Boy-" The Giant began, but Spike cut him off.
"I don't think you should be using that tone with me. It's quite stupid. Just ask anyone in here!"
"You scrawny little maggot..."
"I guess you really wanna die. What's the matter?" Spike had a giant smile on his face, "Daddy didn't hug you? Suicide isn't good for your health...."
"Fuck you."
"Really?" That smile was growing bigger with every word, "I think there's something that you failed to realize friend..." Spike cocked the pistol, "You're the one who's fucked."
The Bulldog made his move, reaching for the gun hanging from his belt. He didn't even get to touch it.
There was a bang, then a resounding thud as his body hit the floor. Spike looked up, and his eyes met hers. There was a long silence before he spoke.
"Think he'll be alright?"
Sara smiled, "I think we've lost him. You wanna try CPR, be my guest."
"On that hideous bastard? Hell, no."
They both laughed. Ka like the wind had become Ka like a bullet, and it was flying straight for her.