Sorry its so short for anyone whos actually reading this, and that it took so long :) I'm going through a whole writers block thing so any suggestions would way be appreciated! Thnx. Cx
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It was Friday, which meant the Jive. The Jive was an edgier version of the bronze, with no highschool-ers. It was strictly over-21 and the only reason Dawn was allowed in was, according to Xander, because she had a 'cutie-bootie', in fact Dawn remembered him complaining that if he needed to rely on his ass to get in he would so beat Dawn thru the door. She smiled at the memory. Xander and her. Her and Xander. The days when she had a crush on him seemed strange to her now, he was her confidant, he pillar, when she was weak he felt weaker but was always strong and when she got happy he got happier but always bore the brunt of their troubles. Xander sheltered her in a way for which she was ever thankful. None of the other scoops knew what he had meant to her during those fateful times before Sunny D's destruction. None of them could comprehend what had passed between them and to this day, none of them had ever questioned it. Don't get me wrong, they aren't a couple but more a pair, a pair of people that understood each other on every level yet on none at all. It was platonic. He wasn't a brotherly figure but more of a life mate. The first time she had slept with a man, he had known. Without words, he had known and he hadn't said anything. He just crashed on the sofa with a carton of ice cream and kissed her on the forehead before settling her head in his lap. The first time he showed interest in another woman, his first thoughts were of Anya and guilt, but he was met with the dark hair of a stern face and comforting blue eyes. She had told him that he looked at *her* ass enough without feeling guilty so he could damn well look at other women's as well, give hers a rest. At first he had stuttered before grinning relentlessly. She's still there, always will be. Dawn had whispered the words to him and he had nodded, Anya would want him to get on with life. He had loved her and although he loved her when she died they weren't in love, they had passed that, and he would continue loving her for eternity and would fall in and probably out of love for longer.
Dawn shook out her hair, long flowing brunette locks, and yanked on her top that was slowly riding up her stomach. She had leather trousers on , ones that hung very low on her hips, they weren't tight but they made you look, and a deep red crossover top. Casual but oh-so-hot, that was the way she usually looked. Walking up to the bouncers she smiled and continued, they smiled back and the door swung open. As it did the noise swept past her and out into the street before she heard the clank of the doors again. Walking up to the bar she ordered a martini and lemonade and settled back against it. There were some cute guys there tonight, really cute. It was then that she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a rather sexy blond man standing in front of her.
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It was Friday, which meant the Jive. The Jive was an edgier version of the bronze, with no highschool-ers. It was strictly over-21 and the only reason Dawn was allowed in was, according to Xander, because she had a 'cutie-bootie', in fact Dawn remembered him complaining that if he needed to rely on his ass to get in he would so beat Dawn thru the door. She smiled at the memory. Xander and her. Her and Xander. The days when she had a crush on him seemed strange to her now, he was her confidant, he pillar, when she was weak he felt weaker but was always strong and when she got happy he got happier but always bore the brunt of their troubles. Xander sheltered her in a way for which she was ever thankful. None of the other scoops knew what he had meant to her during those fateful times before Sunny D's destruction. None of them could comprehend what had passed between them and to this day, none of them had ever questioned it. Don't get me wrong, they aren't a couple but more a pair, a pair of people that understood each other on every level yet on none at all. It was platonic. He wasn't a brotherly figure but more of a life mate. The first time she had slept with a man, he had known. Without words, he had known and he hadn't said anything. He just crashed on the sofa with a carton of ice cream and kissed her on the forehead before settling her head in his lap. The first time he showed interest in another woman, his first thoughts were of Anya and guilt, but he was met with the dark hair of a stern face and comforting blue eyes. She had told him that he looked at *her* ass enough without feeling guilty so he could damn well look at other women's as well, give hers a rest. At first he had stuttered before grinning relentlessly. She's still there, always will be. Dawn had whispered the words to him and he had nodded, Anya would want him to get on with life. He had loved her and although he loved her when she died they weren't in love, they had passed that, and he would continue loving her for eternity and would fall in and probably out of love for longer.
Dawn shook out her hair, long flowing brunette locks, and yanked on her top that was slowly riding up her stomach. She had leather trousers on , ones that hung very low on her hips, they weren't tight but they made you look, and a deep red crossover top. Casual but oh-so-hot, that was the way she usually looked. Walking up to the bouncers she smiled and continued, they smiled back and the door swung open. As it did the noise swept past her and out into the street before she heard the clank of the doors again. Walking up to the bar she ordered a martini and lemonade and settled back against it. There were some cute guys there tonight, really cute. It was then that she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see a rather sexy blond man standing in front of her.