Chapter 3: Drunk
"Oh, thank God," Buffy mumbled as she packed up the papers she needed for the weekend. Never a dull day in the life of a lawyer. Her day had been horrible. Her week had gotten increasingly bad after she'd run into Spike in Legends. The worst part was, she couldn't stop thinking about him. The asshole.
Her dreams had been plagued by him. A less clothing-clad version of him. And a less disagreeable Spike. Oh, man. Naked Spike. No. Bad. Bad Buffy. You've been working too hard. That's all. You just haven't gone out enough. You need a date. You need to get drunk with Willow and let it all just float away.
Buffy exited the Summers' law firm and got into her Sunfire, tossing her leather briefcase onto the passenger seat. She drove to the Summers' mansion as quickly as was legally possible and rushed to her room on the third floor. Kicking her high-heels off, Buffy picked up the phone and dialed Willow's number from memory. Her friend picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Will, it's me."
"Hey, Buff. What's up?"
"Come out with me."
"What? Now?"
"No. I mean at, like, seven. I've had a really rough week and I need to party. Come to The Bronze with me."
"Uh.I dunno."
"Come on, Will. It's Friday. Let's get trashed."
"Alright. But I can only stay until nine. I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm visiting my mom."
"Okay, whatever. I'll pick you up in an hour." She disconnected the call and moved to get ready.
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"Wow. This place is packed tonight," Buffy observed as she and Willow entered the smoky nightclub. The Bronze was the most happening place this side of LA, and that was saying something, considering LA was kinda big.
Buffy was dressed in low-rise, tight blue jeans that flared at the bottoms. On her top half was a sparkly black tube top. The outfit bared her midriff, but only slightly. Her hair hung in fluffy golden curls down over her shoulders. Her makeup was done in silvers and blacks. Her lips were only covered with a gloss. No color. All in all, she looked sexy.
Willow was wearing a short black skirt and a tight purple sweater. Not as riské as Buffy's outfit, but she still looked good. Her red hair was done in ringlets, partially pulled back into a clip at the back of her head. Lighter make up decorated her glittering green eyes.
The band playing was one she'd heard before. They were good.
Buffy and Willow made their way to a table and Buffy ordered them some drinks. Buffy ordered herself a shot of Jack Daniels, Willow sticking to the safer route and going with a rye & ginger.
They talked until Willow had to leave. By nine o'clock Buffy was slightly tipsy, having consumed more shots than she was likely to admit to.
Willow stood up off her stool and slipped on her jacket.
"Buffy, are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?"
"No, Will, I'm fine. Go. I'll call you later." Willow frowned, but reluctantly made her way through the crowd and out of the bar. Buffy sighed and ordered up another shot.
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"Along the highway...More...Much more than this.I did it my way." Spike sang under his breath as he sipped at his beer. He was more than a little drunk. But it was a Friday night. He was allowed.
His band wasn't playing that night, so Spike was just hanging out at The Bronze for lack of anything else better to do. Or at all. He stumbled off his stool and into the crowd. He started toward the door and accidentally bumped into something. Or, more accurately, someone. He glared down at the slight form of Buffy Summers.
"Bloody hell," he groaned. She scowled at him.
"This makes my day complete," she muttered sarcastically. "You know, I was actually starting to have fun when you decide to bump into me. Literally."
"Watch where you're goin', Goldilocks. You don't just go running into people like that." She gaped at him.
"Hey, buddy, you bumped into me, not the other way around. Asshole."
"Oh, for God's sake, woman, shut your bleeding gob. All you ever do is bitch."
"How the hell would you know? You hadn't even seen me in seventeen years until a few days ago." He smirked and leaned toward her, heat vibrating between their bodies.
"Yeah, and you can't stop thinkin' about it, can you, pet? You can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have me kiss you. Have me inside you. Have me -"
Buffy grabbed him by the lapels of his leather duster and dragged his lips down onto hers.
A/N: Yeah, I know. Leave me alone. I'm evil. Hahaha. I'll try to make my chapters longer, but I'm not promising anything. What do you think so far? Any good? Should I keep going?
"Oh, thank God," Buffy mumbled as she packed up the papers she needed for the weekend. Never a dull day in the life of a lawyer. Her day had been horrible. Her week had gotten increasingly bad after she'd run into Spike in Legends. The worst part was, she couldn't stop thinking about him. The asshole.
Her dreams had been plagued by him. A less clothing-clad version of him. And a less disagreeable Spike. Oh, man. Naked Spike. No. Bad. Bad Buffy. You've been working too hard. That's all. You just haven't gone out enough. You need a date. You need to get drunk with Willow and let it all just float away.
Buffy exited the Summers' law firm and got into her Sunfire, tossing her leather briefcase onto the passenger seat. She drove to the Summers' mansion as quickly as was legally possible and rushed to her room on the third floor. Kicking her high-heels off, Buffy picked up the phone and dialed Willow's number from memory. Her friend picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?"
"Will, it's me."
"Hey, Buff. What's up?"
"Come out with me."
"What? Now?"
"No. I mean at, like, seven. I've had a really rough week and I need to party. Come to The Bronze with me."
"Uh.I dunno."
"Come on, Will. It's Friday. Let's get trashed."
"Alright. But I can only stay until nine. I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm visiting my mom."
"Okay, whatever. I'll pick you up in an hour." She disconnected the call and moved to get ready.
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"Wow. This place is packed tonight," Buffy observed as she and Willow entered the smoky nightclub. The Bronze was the most happening place this side of LA, and that was saying something, considering LA was kinda big.
Buffy was dressed in low-rise, tight blue jeans that flared at the bottoms. On her top half was a sparkly black tube top. The outfit bared her midriff, but only slightly. Her hair hung in fluffy golden curls down over her shoulders. Her makeup was done in silvers and blacks. Her lips were only covered with a gloss. No color. All in all, she looked sexy.
Willow was wearing a short black skirt and a tight purple sweater. Not as riské as Buffy's outfit, but she still looked good. Her red hair was done in ringlets, partially pulled back into a clip at the back of her head. Lighter make up decorated her glittering green eyes.
The band playing was one she'd heard before. They were good.
Buffy and Willow made their way to a table and Buffy ordered them some drinks. Buffy ordered herself a shot of Jack Daniels, Willow sticking to the safer route and going with a rye & ginger.
They talked until Willow had to leave. By nine o'clock Buffy was slightly tipsy, having consumed more shots than she was likely to admit to.
Willow stood up off her stool and slipped on her jacket.
"Buffy, are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?"
"No, Will, I'm fine. Go. I'll call you later." Willow frowned, but reluctantly made her way through the crowd and out of the bar. Buffy sighed and ordered up another shot.
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"Along the highway...More...Much more than this.I did it my way." Spike sang under his breath as he sipped at his beer. He was more than a little drunk. But it was a Friday night. He was allowed.
His band wasn't playing that night, so Spike was just hanging out at The Bronze for lack of anything else better to do. Or at all. He stumbled off his stool and into the crowd. He started toward the door and accidentally bumped into something. Or, more accurately, someone. He glared down at the slight form of Buffy Summers.
"Bloody hell," he groaned. She scowled at him.
"This makes my day complete," she muttered sarcastically. "You know, I was actually starting to have fun when you decide to bump into me. Literally."
"Watch where you're goin', Goldilocks. You don't just go running into people like that." She gaped at him.
"Hey, buddy, you bumped into me, not the other way around. Asshole."
"Oh, for God's sake, woman, shut your bleeding gob. All you ever do is bitch."
"How the hell would you know? You hadn't even seen me in seventeen years until a few days ago." He smirked and leaned toward her, heat vibrating between their bodies.
"Yeah, and you can't stop thinkin' about it, can you, pet? You can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to have me kiss you. Have me inside you. Have me -"
Buffy grabbed him by the lapels of his leather duster and dragged his lips down onto hers.
A/N: Yeah, I know. Leave me alone. I'm evil. Hahaha. I'll try to make my chapters longer, but I'm not promising anything. What do you think so far? Any good? Should I keep going?