Chapter 6: Meet Your Dates
"How do I look?" Willow turned, red strands shining, to face Buffy.
"You look great, Will."
Willow was decked out in a pleated navy blue skirt that hung to her knees and a baby blue v-neck sweater with three-quarter length sleeves. Her make up was light and shimmery.
Buffy, on the other hand, had gone for the darker look. She had on a black leather skirt that hung to mid-thigh and had slits on either side that come to within an inch of the waist band. Her shirt was burgundy velvet and sleeveless. Her blonde locks swayed loosely around her shoulders. Her outfit was a result of subconsciously trying to prove she could attract the attention of a man who wasn't a) drunk or b) her worst enemy. Her make up was darker than she normally wore it, her lips shining a deep red.
The doorbell to Willow's apartment sounded and they hurried from Willow's bedroom downstairs to the entrance. Buffy stood at the bottom of the staircase as her friend opened the door and allowed Xander and his friend to enter.
Xander kissed Willow lightly on the cheek. "Hey. This must be Buffy." He let his gaze flicker over her and smiled warmly. "It's nice to finally meet you. Willow's told me so much about you." Buffy reached out to clasp his hand.
"Nothing bad I hope."
"Hardly. Buffy, Willow, this is my friend Spike Giles." He stepped aside, allowing Spike to move in front of him. Buffy gaped as she watched Spike's expression turn form shock, to distaste, to supreme amusement.
"Good to meet you, Red." He nodded at Willow, then turned his icy blue stare back to Buffy. His gaze slid down her body, then back up to her face and he smirked when she blushed furiously at his obvious appraisal. Buffy glanced at Willow, who looked almost as stunned as her, if slightly more amused. "Well, well. Don't we have an interesting situation on our hands?"
"Very." Buffy's tone dripped with sarcasm.
"You two know each other?" Xander asked, looking confused.
"No," said Buffy.
"Yes," Spike answered at the same time. She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes as he continued. "Buffy and I go way back, don't we Goldilocks?" She glared at him. Xander seemed oblivious to the hostility that flowed freely between his friend and his date.
"Cool. Let's get going. Dinner awaits." The brunette led them outside to Spike's Desoto and opened the passenger side back seat door for Willow, making it clear that Spike and Buffy got the front seats. Spike slid into the driver's seat, letting Buffy get her door on her own. She sat down next to him as he started the car and clicked her seat belt on.
Xander and Willow were now absorbed in their own conversation. Buffy sighed.
"This your car?" she asked softly.
"Yes."
"Figures." Spike's knuckled whitened considerably as he tightly gripped the steering wheel, trying to ignore the jab.
"Look, pet, I don't want to ruin this date for Xander any more than you do for your friend Willow. So I'll try to act civil if you do," he growled.
"But-"
"It's impossible for me to think you're any more of a whore than I already do, so just play along." Her green eyes flashed threateningly.
"I suppose giving you a bloody nose doesn't qualify as civil."
"'Fraid not, love." He grinned. Making her mad was so much fun.
"I'll see what I can do."
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The restaurant they went to wasn't too formal, but it was nice. Not nice enough for Buffy to feel underdressed, but nice enough for her to fleetingly think that it was possible Spike knew how to go on a date. That didn't necessarily end with a one-night stand.
Sitting at the table assigned to them by the waiter, Buffy took the time, for the first time that evening, to assess Spike's wardrobe. She was surprised that he actually looked very gorgeous. Well, more so than normal. The duster had been ditched for a black tee, with a blue button- down shirt that was left open over top. The color emphasized the devilish gleam in his eyes. His hair still had gel in it, but only a little bit, so his curls were still prominent. He had opted for tight black jeans on his bottom half.
He smirked at her knowingly and she averted her gaze to the menu she was holding.
The waiter took their orders and flittered off to the kitchen.
"So Xander," Buffy said, "Willow mentioned you're in a band." The brunette grinned.
"Yeah. It's called Formal Charges."
"What instrument do you play?"
"I play drums. Spike's guitar and lead singer." She arched an eyebrow at Spike.
"Really? Why are you called Formal Charges?"
"Because that's what ol' Dad threatened me with when he found out I wanted to be a musician," Spike explained. In spite of herself, Buffy chuckled.
"I can see that. I take it he expected you to take over his firm?"
"Yeah. But we can't all be the perfect child." He looked pointedly at her, but she didn't rise to the bait.
"You're a lawyer, right, Buffy?" Xander asked.
"Yeah and she's really good," said Willow enthusiastically. "She's only lost two cases. Out of.a whole lot." Buffy laughed.
"Yes. She does have a tendency to argue until she wins," Spike said softly. Yeah, until I met you again, she thought sarcastically to herself.
"You two should come see us play sometime," Xander offered. Spike's eyes widened. Buffy cringed.
"Oh, we'd love to, wouldn't we Buffy?" Willow asked. When Buffy didn't say anything, Willow kicked her under the table, causing her to wince.
"Yes," she ground out.
"Excuse me," said Willow. "I'm going to use the ladies room." She pushed her chair back and pulled Buffy out of her chair, dragging her friend behind her.
Once inside the bathroom, Willow turned to her friend.
"I had no idea that Spike was Xander's friend," she said hurriedly. "If I had, I never would have asked you to come."
"I know, Will. It's okay. I promise to be on my best behavior."
"Thank you so much. It's just I really like him, and I don't want to mess this up."
"Your welcome."
A/N: Hey guys.I'm kinda working on like.7 different things at the same time, so don't get too upset if my updating is a little.sporadic. Keep checking.I will update I promise
"How do I look?" Willow turned, red strands shining, to face Buffy.
"You look great, Will."
Willow was decked out in a pleated navy blue skirt that hung to her knees and a baby blue v-neck sweater with three-quarter length sleeves. Her make up was light and shimmery.
Buffy, on the other hand, had gone for the darker look. She had on a black leather skirt that hung to mid-thigh and had slits on either side that come to within an inch of the waist band. Her shirt was burgundy velvet and sleeveless. Her blonde locks swayed loosely around her shoulders. Her outfit was a result of subconsciously trying to prove she could attract the attention of a man who wasn't a) drunk or b) her worst enemy. Her make up was darker than she normally wore it, her lips shining a deep red.
The doorbell to Willow's apartment sounded and they hurried from Willow's bedroom downstairs to the entrance. Buffy stood at the bottom of the staircase as her friend opened the door and allowed Xander and his friend to enter.
Xander kissed Willow lightly on the cheek. "Hey. This must be Buffy." He let his gaze flicker over her and smiled warmly. "It's nice to finally meet you. Willow's told me so much about you." Buffy reached out to clasp his hand.
"Nothing bad I hope."
"Hardly. Buffy, Willow, this is my friend Spike Giles." He stepped aside, allowing Spike to move in front of him. Buffy gaped as she watched Spike's expression turn form shock, to distaste, to supreme amusement.
"Good to meet you, Red." He nodded at Willow, then turned his icy blue stare back to Buffy. His gaze slid down her body, then back up to her face and he smirked when she blushed furiously at his obvious appraisal. Buffy glanced at Willow, who looked almost as stunned as her, if slightly more amused. "Well, well. Don't we have an interesting situation on our hands?"
"Very." Buffy's tone dripped with sarcasm.
"You two know each other?" Xander asked, looking confused.
"No," said Buffy.
"Yes," Spike answered at the same time. She folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes as he continued. "Buffy and I go way back, don't we Goldilocks?" She glared at him. Xander seemed oblivious to the hostility that flowed freely between his friend and his date.
"Cool. Let's get going. Dinner awaits." The brunette led them outside to Spike's Desoto and opened the passenger side back seat door for Willow, making it clear that Spike and Buffy got the front seats. Spike slid into the driver's seat, letting Buffy get her door on her own. She sat down next to him as he started the car and clicked her seat belt on.
Xander and Willow were now absorbed in their own conversation. Buffy sighed.
"This your car?" she asked softly.
"Yes."
"Figures." Spike's knuckled whitened considerably as he tightly gripped the steering wheel, trying to ignore the jab.
"Look, pet, I don't want to ruin this date for Xander any more than you do for your friend Willow. So I'll try to act civil if you do," he growled.
"But-"
"It's impossible for me to think you're any more of a whore than I already do, so just play along." Her green eyes flashed threateningly.
"I suppose giving you a bloody nose doesn't qualify as civil."
"'Fraid not, love." He grinned. Making her mad was so much fun.
"I'll see what I can do."
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The restaurant they went to wasn't too formal, but it was nice. Not nice enough for Buffy to feel underdressed, but nice enough for her to fleetingly think that it was possible Spike knew how to go on a date. That didn't necessarily end with a one-night stand.
Sitting at the table assigned to them by the waiter, Buffy took the time, for the first time that evening, to assess Spike's wardrobe. She was surprised that he actually looked very gorgeous. Well, more so than normal. The duster had been ditched for a black tee, with a blue button- down shirt that was left open over top. The color emphasized the devilish gleam in his eyes. His hair still had gel in it, but only a little bit, so his curls were still prominent. He had opted for tight black jeans on his bottom half.
He smirked at her knowingly and she averted her gaze to the menu she was holding.
The waiter took their orders and flittered off to the kitchen.
"So Xander," Buffy said, "Willow mentioned you're in a band." The brunette grinned.
"Yeah. It's called Formal Charges."
"What instrument do you play?"
"I play drums. Spike's guitar and lead singer." She arched an eyebrow at Spike.
"Really? Why are you called Formal Charges?"
"Because that's what ol' Dad threatened me with when he found out I wanted to be a musician," Spike explained. In spite of herself, Buffy chuckled.
"I can see that. I take it he expected you to take over his firm?"
"Yeah. But we can't all be the perfect child." He looked pointedly at her, but she didn't rise to the bait.
"You're a lawyer, right, Buffy?" Xander asked.
"Yeah and she's really good," said Willow enthusiastically. "She's only lost two cases. Out of.a whole lot." Buffy laughed.
"Yes. She does have a tendency to argue until she wins," Spike said softly. Yeah, until I met you again, she thought sarcastically to herself.
"You two should come see us play sometime," Xander offered. Spike's eyes widened. Buffy cringed.
"Oh, we'd love to, wouldn't we Buffy?" Willow asked. When Buffy didn't say anything, Willow kicked her under the table, causing her to wince.
"Yes," she ground out.
"Excuse me," said Willow. "I'm going to use the ladies room." She pushed her chair back and pulled Buffy out of her chair, dragging her friend behind her.
Once inside the bathroom, Willow turned to her friend.
"I had no idea that Spike was Xander's friend," she said hurriedly. "If I had, I never would have asked you to come."
"I know, Will. It's okay. I promise to be on my best behavior."
"Thank you so much. It's just I really like him, and I don't want to mess this up."
"Your welcome."
A/N: Hey guys.I'm kinda working on like.7 different things at the same time, so don't get too upset if my updating is a little.sporadic. Keep checking.I will update I promise