Chapter 26 - Truth or Dare
"I'm bored," Kendra cried, throwing her head back against Xander's shoulder.
"Me too," Buffy added, slumping closer into Spike's shoulder.
"Me three." The gang gave Xander a glare but were too bored to start an argument.
They were all sitting in the lounge of the Rosenburg summerhouse where Spike, Buffy and now Dawn lived.
"We could watch a movie?" Tara suggested, fiddling with Willow's hair. The two girls had been a couple for several weeks now. The rest of the gang was a bit shocked at first but they were now fine with it.
"Can't," Buffy said apologetically. "Last time we did that Dawn sneaked out and got high."
There was an awkward silence, only the sound of the pouring November rain could be heard crashing onto the roof. The rain had been coming down slowly all day but as soon as night fell it really started to pour.
"Hey."
The gang turned round to the doorway; stood there, draped in a blanket, was Dawn. The plaits had been taken out of her black hair; it had taken her hours but it had given her something to do.
"Hi Dawnie," Buffy greeted her younger sister as she sat down on a spare stool.
"So, what you guys doing?" The eleven-year-old felt awful, she hadn't taken anything in days, not even a few sniffs of glue or tippex, and she needed something and hated these people for not letting her have it! But she had to be nice to Buffy and her friends. They were trying to help her, even if it did mean she lost her social life and made her feel ratty.
"We were just deciding what to do," Angel explained. "Any ideas?"
Dawn thought for a second before saying, "when we get bored at the club, we play truth or dare." She starred at her lap at the mention of her bad, yet much missed, friends
"Great idea!" Xander jumped up excitedly. His face fell when he saw the disapproving looks on his friends' face; sometimes he was too hyperactive and jumpy for their liking. "Come on you guys, when was the last time we some good ol' T or D?"
"Ok, Xander," Cordelia smirked. "I dare you to keep your mouth shut and not make a sound for five while minutes."
Xander clamped his mouth shut and flopped back down into his seat, arms crossed and in a sulky mood.
"While we're waiting, Cordy, truth or dare?" Willow asked.
"Truth," the brunette answered automatically.
Willow thought for a second before saying, "how far have you and Angel gone?"
Cordy's mouth dropped open in embarrassment, she peered over at Angel to make sure he didn't mind her telling. He nodded at her, clearly not minding at all. "Third base."
There were giggles and murmured chatter from the six girls and catcalls from the three guys.
"Xander, you mad a noise!" Dawn pointed out. "Now you have to do a double dare!"
Xander cursed loudly. Cordelia grinned, she had the best idea ever.
Five minutes later, a very unamused Xander was sitting there wearing a pink skirt and yellow floral shirt found at the back of Buffy's wardrobe. This, teamed up with strappy high heals and make up, made him look completely ridiculous.
"Buffy, truth or dare?" Kendra asked, trying not to laugh at the expression on her boyfriend's face.
"Um... dare," Buffy decided.
"I dare you to hold a whole tray of ice cubes in your hands until they all melt."
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Half an hour later the questions and dares had became more and more adventurous and outrageous. Already, Angel had eaten and entire jar of mustard, Kendra had her face painted like a clown in felt tip pens, Dawn had swapped clothes with Buffy and Willow had deep-throated a banana. They were just some of the nights antics!
"Spike," Xander turned to the blond. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Spike replied coolly. Last time he choose dare he'd ended up drinking an entire pint of milk without pausing to breathe. Now that's an experience you never want a repeat of.
The brunette could not help feeling disappointed, he had thought of some truly terrible things for the older teenager to carry out.
"How did you get your nickname?" Not the best of truths, Xander would be the first to admit. Or so he thought.
Spike's eyes bulged slightly and his jaw dropped, he knew that the dreaded question would be asked sometime, but he'd prayed it wouldn't be infront of the whole bloody scooby gang!
"When I was 'bout seven," he began grudgingly. "There were these two kids at my Home. Tom was the older one and he always picked on Jerry. I stuck up for Jerry."
Xander couldn't help burst out laughing. "You're I'm-so-tough-nickname is after a cartoon dog!"
"Yes," Spike said through gritted teeth. Why did hr have to tell the truth? He could have made up some shit about nicking railroad spikes or something.
Spike's confirmation of Xander's outburst made the whole gang join in the laughter. Spike bit his lip, trying to stop himself from doing what his instincts were telling him, giving the whelp a knuckle sandwich.
He waited and waited but the laughter never ceased. He was disappointed in Buffy for laughing at him he would have hoped that she of all people, the one person in his life he had ever felt close to, would understand.
"Fuck it!" Spike yelled, standing up. "Fuck it! Fuck the lot of you!" He grabbed his duster that was hanging on the back of the door and ran.
Buffy immediately stopped. She had had no idea how embarrassed Spike was by the meaning of his name and how offended was from her laughing. She left her friends to carry on laughing and ran out the door trying to catch up to her pissed off boyfriend, ignoring the fact that she didn't have any shoes on.
"I'm bored," Kendra cried, throwing her head back against Xander's shoulder.
"Me too," Buffy added, slumping closer into Spike's shoulder.
"Me three." The gang gave Xander a glare but were too bored to start an argument.
They were all sitting in the lounge of the Rosenburg summerhouse where Spike, Buffy and now Dawn lived.
"We could watch a movie?" Tara suggested, fiddling with Willow's hair. The two girls had been a couple for several weeks now. The rest of the gang was a bit shocked at first but they were now fine with it.
"Can't," Buffy said apologetically. "Last time we did that Dawn sneaked out and got high."
There was an awkward silence, only the sound of the pouring November rain could be heard crashing onto the roof. The rain had been coming down slowly all day but as soon as night fell it really started to pour.
"Hey."
The gang turned round to the doorway; stood there, draped in a blanket, was Dawn. The plaits had been taken out of her black hair; it had taken her hours but it had given her something to do.
"Hi Dawnie," Buffy greeted her younger sister as she sat down on a spare stool.
"So, what you guys doing?" The eleven-year-old felt awful, she hadn't taken anything in days, not even a few sniffs of glue or tippex, and she needed something and hated these people for not letting her have it! But she had to be nice to Buffy and her friends. They were trying to help her, even if it did mean she lost her social life and made her feel ratty.
"We were just deciding what to do," Angel explained. "Any ideas?"
Dawn thought for a second before saying, "when we get bored at the club, we play truth or dare." She starred at her lap at the mention of her bad, yet much missed, friends
"Great idea!" Xander jumped up excitedly. His face fell when he saw the disapproving looks on his friends' face; sometimes he was too hyperactive and jumpy for their liking. "Come on you guys, when was the last time we some good ol' T or D?"
"Ok, Xander," Cordelia smirked. "I dare you to keep your mouth shut and not make a sound for five while minutes."
Xander clamped his mouth shut and flopped back down into his seat, arms crossed and in a sulky mood.
"While we're waiting, Cordy, truth or dare?" Willow asked.
"Truth," the brunette answered automatically.
Willow thought for a second before saying, "how far have you and Angel gone?"
Cordy's mouth dropped open in embarrassment, she peered over at Angel to make sure he didn't mind her telling. He nodded at her, clearly not minding at all. "Third base."
There were giggles and murmured chatter from the six girls and catcalls from the three guys.
"Xander, you mad a noise!" Dawn pointed out. "Now you have to do a double dare!"
Xander cursed loudly. Cordelia grinned, she had the best idea ever.
Five minutes later, a very unamused Xander was sitting there wearing a pink skirt and yellow floral shirt found at the back of Buffy's wardrobe. This, teamed up with strappy high heals and make up, made him look completely ridiculous.
"Buffy, truth or dare?" Kendra asked, trying not to laugh at the expression on her boyfriend's face.
"Um... dare," Buffy decided.
"I dare you to hold a whole tray of ice cubes in your hands until they all melt."
~~~~
Half an hour later the questions and dares had became more and more adventurous and outrageous. Already, Angel had eaten and entire jar of mustard, Kendra had her face painted like a clown in felt tip pens, Dawn had swapped clothes with Buffy and Willow had deep-throated a banana. They were just some of the nights antics!
"Spike," Xander turned to the blond. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Spike replied coolly. Last time he choose dare he'd ended up drinking an entire pint of milk without pausing to breathe. Now that's an experience you never want a repeat of.
The brunette could not help feeling disappointed, he had thought of some truly terrible things for the older teenager to carry out.
"How did you get your nickname?" Not the best of truths, Xander would be the first to admit. Or so he thought.
Spike's eyes bulged slightly and his jaw dropped, he knew that the dreaded question would be asked sometime, but he'd prayed it wouldn't be infront of the whole bloody scooby gang!
"When I was 'bout seven," he began grudgingly. "There were these two kids at my Home. Tom was the older one and he always picked on Jerry. I stuck up for Jerry."
Xander couldn't help burst out laughing. "You're I'm-so-tough-nickname is after a cartoon dog!"
"Yes," Spike said through gritted teeth. Why did hr have to tell the truth? He could have made up some shit about nicking railroad spikes or something.
Spike's confirmation of Xander's outburst made the whole gang join in the laughter. Spike bit his lip, trying to stop himself from doing what his instincts were telling him, giving the whelp a knuckle sandwich.
He waited and waited but the laughter never ceased. He was disappointed in Buffy for laughing at him he would have hoped that she of all people, the one person in his life he had ever felt close to, would understand.
"Fuck it!" Spike yelled, standing up. "Fuck it! Fuck the lot of you!" He grabbed his duster that was hanging on the back of the door and ran.
Buffy immediately stopped. She had had no idea how embarrassed Spike was by the meaning of his name and how offended was from her laughing. She left her friends to carry on laughing and ran out the door trying to catch up to her pissed off boyfriend, ignoring the fact that she didn't have any shoes on.