A/N Finally! I got Angel, Riley and Spike all in the same room,
alone and drunk. Writing this is great fun.
They watched as Buffy disappeared through the door. The hotel was silent, making Riley shift his weight and glance nervously around at the two vampires. Spike met the gaze, and then quickly drew his eyes toward the floor. He shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes tight and reopening them again, as though trying to reassess the situation. Without a word, Angel walked off toward the back office, the other two watching his back.
"Bloody hell." Spike stalked over to the desk and sat on it. "Once the Slayer figures out with one us she wants to shag, I'll know which one of you to hate." He pondered what he had said. "Actually, I hate you all already."
Riley shacked his head. "If you hate us so much, why are you here?"
Spike looked at him as though he was crazy. "The Slayer." He said, as though that was answer enough.
"You don't get it, do you?" The army boy seethed. "She doesn't love you, she doesn't need you here."
The vampire hopped off the desk and came up to Riley. "Right, like she needs a poor Nancy boy to drag her down?"
Riley punched him the face, fury gleaming in his eyes, Spike reeled a few paces and put a hand to the his lip, withdrawing with blood. With vampire speed, he hit the human in the gut and then swiftly kicked him in the side. Without faltering, Riley took Spike in a head lock.
"Your nothing without her, nothing." He spat. "Just a pathetic excuse of a creature. She may never of loved me, but at least I'm something when she's not around."
The vampire turned game face, and forced the human off with one powerful motion. Riley flew across the lobby, crumpling against one of the pillars. Before he could recover, Spike was over him. "So what if I am nothing, least I love her enough to not have something bleed me stead of being with her." Spike spat.
"And here I thought I had it bad." Angel came out of the back office, drawing both vampire and human's attention. "I was going to drown my sorrows with a drink, but I guess fighting works just as well." In his grasp was a glass with a pale liquid, he took a sip.
Spike morphed back into his human guise. "You got anymore of where that came from mate?" he said, referring to the drink.
"In the back," He nodded, and moved as the other vampire straightened off of Riley and headed toward the office. Angel leaned against the wall, swirling the cup before taking another sip. "You hurt?"
The army boy winced as he tried to stand up. "No, I'm good."
Angel shook his head as Spike appeared in the room, two bottles of liquor in his hand. With an almost skip in his step while he tore off the cork with his teeth, he tossed one to Riley.
"Thanks." He said uncertainly, still on the floor.
Spike shrugged and took a long swallow. "Can't find this kinda stuff in the Summer's house." He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his duster.
"How's is that?" Riley asked, giving up on standing. He had uncorked the bottle and tried a taste. "Living with Buffy?"
"Best time of my life." He said without thinking, and held the bottle lazily in his hand.
The army boy looked up at Angel, still drinking even though it was painfully painted on his face that he disliked the liquid. "Where is everyone?"
"Gave Gun and Fred the day off, Connor is probably on the streets now, he'll be back before dawn." Angel gave a small glance toward the window, as though looking for his son, or his Slayer.
"Last time I dropped by, Cordy was prowling with you, you kill her off?" Spike said, the bottle nearly drained.
Angel glanced at him. "She's on vacation."
The three were silent as Angel hitched himself on the desk, where Spike had previously sat, and kept his gaze to his own reality. Occasionally he took a sip and when he finished the last of it, he looked into the cup as though it would magically appear with more. Riley still sat miserably on the floor, his eyes burning into the bottle as he drank. The beating he had received seemed to have worn off, leaving him in an almost average condition, though he showed no sigh of getting up. The other vampire turned the bottle over, a few drops fell out and he grunted as he came up from his lean against the wall. Without bothering for recognition from the others, he went into the other room to hunt for more liqueur.
"Bring me a bottle." Angel called, setting the cup down with more force then he intended.
Riley rolled his head and a small smile graced his lips. "She kissed me." He said, a bit slurred. "She kissed me, and then she said that she didn't need me, that she didn't want me." His gaze was directed to his hands. "She doesn't love me."
"I thought you already knew that?" Angel looked at him, no emotion seeping through his voice, but the envy was painted with bright colors in his eyes.
Riley didn't meet his gaze of the vampire, but to the wall. "I hadn't heard it from her. You know, I made her my world, I made her my life, and I sacrificed myself for her." He gave a harsh laugh and eventually erupted into giggles.
"How strong is this stuff?" Spike had made his way back into the room with vampire grace. He carried in his arms what looked like most of Angels liqueur supply.
"It's Seislenr, some magically enhanced drink I picked up in Germany. Takes a while for your body to get used to the stuff, so the first time gets you really drunk, really fast. " He motioned for Spike to hand him a bottle, and gave a glance toward a drunk Riley. "Course it hits humans harder."
Spike gave a sideways glance at the boy and smiled. He went behind the desk and drew out a chair, setting it in the middle of room and put the rest of the drinks next to Angel, he plopped down in the chairs as he opened the bottle he had kept in his grasp. "How long till I get drunk enough to forget I'm sitting in the same room with her bloody soul mate?"
"Half of that should do the trick." Angel gulped the drink he had just opened.
"I lost my job for her, I lost my friends and my life." Riley started again.
Both vampires looked at him. "Your preaching to the choir. I lost Dru cause of her." Spike set his shoulder back against the brace of the chair and sighed. "Bloody worth it though."
"Kind of lost my soul to the girl." Angel mulled, obviously thinking the other two losses were nothing.
"He wins." Riley slurred, pointing toward the elder vampire.
Spike thought a moment. "I got a soul for her." He said, smiling coyly, looking around for the others to give their input.
"She gave me her undying love." Angel bragged, taking a long drink.
Riley nearly threw his bottle to the floor. His voice was and words were juvenile and almost sounded bratty. "She gave me a sword."
The younger vampire begun to laugh, which turned into a hiccup. "Bleeding hell, she gave me her, she gave me the time of night, she was with me. That's enough." Spike smiled and looked at Angel. "Sorry mate, but I win."
"She killed me." Angel shot back. "She was never able to kill you."
"How does that show that she loves you?!" Riley asked, somewhat incoherent from the slurred speech.
"The human's got a point there Peaches." Spike tapped his head. "I think the Seiswhatever is going to your head."
"Listen to me." Angel said slowly, feeling the liqueur began to overtake his judgment. "The night after I was with her, after her first time, she let Angelus out. She let out the evil that was locked inside me, but she killed me anyway. She was able to look into the eyes of the first person she had ever loved, into my eyes, and still kill me."
Spike's confusion was clearly seen in his eyes. "And that's romantic? No wonder she's not with you anymore."
"It's passion Spikey." Angel smiled, clearly reminiscent in his action and tone of when he and the younger vampire scoured Europe. "The line between love and hate is thin, and they bleed into each other. But the fact that she was able to overcome the blurred emotion, and kill Angelus with only hate in her heart. That's more passion then most people feel in a lifetime."
"So she loved you more when you were evil?" Riley's speech was again barely audible. "Can I have another bottle?"
"He's a lot keener when he's drunk." Spike mused as Angel threw the boy a bottle, which he caught sloppily in his hands. "Your saying she wanted you more when you were Angelus?" He gave a half smile. "Now, we all know she likes a little evil in her man." The vampire said with almost pride edged in his voice. "But to say that she loved you as Angelus is going a bit far."
Angel tried to get a reign on his rationality that was on the risk of being lost to drunkenness as he took another sip. "I said passion, not love."
"Is there a difference?" Riley said, struggling to his feet finally.
"Sure there is." Angel said, thinking. "Love is mixed emotion, where passion is just need."
"I needed her." The army boy walked unsteadily toward the vampire. "I needed her so much that when I wasn't with her I felt like I was dying."
Spike drained the last of the second bottle. "I second that, oh, and Peaches, I'm still not drunk enough."
Angel glared at Spike and then turned his attention toward the floor. "Angelus didn't lover her, I do. Angelus felt that though, felt the love and hated it. He could accept the passion, could thrive on it." He took in a breath. "Buffy felt the passion, felt the hate and the utter absolution of love, but she liked that. She'll never admit it, but a Slayer can't ever, really love."
"To confusing for my tastes." Spike stood from the chair and grabbed another bottle, pushing past Riley on the way. "We fight and fuck, bloody simple."
Riley took another bottle himself and uncorked it, staring at Spike the time through. "But you love her?"
"Yes, I bloody well love her." Spike nearly yelled. "Are you all so blood thick you can't get it? I love the damn Slayer."
"You and Buffy." Angel smiled, pressing the bottle to his lips. "I'll admit, I never expected it."
Riley took a long drink. "Vampires." He sputtered. "Stupid vampires, wasn't for you and your stupid vampirey status I could have her. No more Slaying, no more fucking the undead. Just her, and me, and normality." He looked at both Spike and Angel, then the half empty bottle he was holding. "I think I'm going to be sick." Riley quickly walked across the room, but only made it to the stairs before he threw up, and fainted.
"I never want to see him drunk again." Spike commented, cautiously setting his own drink down.
A/N Oh well, I was going for more humor, but the Angel passion speech was to good to pass up, even if it doesn't make much sense. . . If your confused with anything anyone said, just include it in your review (which your going to leave, right???) and I'll answer it next chapter. The whole Angelus/passion/Buffy thing is something I've been playing with and will be more thoroughly explored in the story. Keeping Riley in voice is hard enough, but doing it while he's drunk is downright impossible, so sorry bout the OOC of our least favorite lover. The plot will be making more headway next chapter, I've just had to set everything up.
Go to under Buffy spin-off idea's there's one called 'Connor' and I thought of it. ::Stands proudly:: It even says 'suggested by Keysuna' so I feel ever so special. Of course, the guy who put it on the site got some of the details wrong. . . but I'll let that slide.
They watched as Buffy disappeared through the door. The hotel was silent, making Riley shift his weight and glance nervously around at the two vampires. Spike met the gaze, and then quickly drew his eyes toward the floor. He shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes tight and reopening them again, as though trying to reassess the situation. Without a word, Angel walked off toward the back office, the other two watching his back.
"Bloody hell." Spike stalked over to the desk and sat on it. "Once the Slayer figures out with one us she wants to shag, I'll know which one of you to hate." He pondered what he had said. "Actually, I hate you all already."
Riley shacked his head. "If you hate us so much, why are you here?"
Spike looked at him as though he was crazy. "The Slayer." He said, as though that was answer enough.
"You don't get it, do you?" The army boy seethed. "She doesn't love you, she doesn't need you here."
The vampire hopped off the desk and came up to Riley. "Right, like she needs a poor Nancy boy to drag her down?"
Riley punched him the face, fury gleaming in his eyes, Spike reeled a few paces and put a hand to the his lip, withdrawing with blood. With vampire speed, he hit the human in the gut and then swiftly kicked him in the side. Without faltering, Riley took Spike in a head lock.
"Your nothing without her, nothing." He spat. "Just a pathetic excuse of a creature. She may never of loved me, but at least I'm something when she's not around."
The vampire turned game face, and forced the human off with one powerful motion. Riley flew across the lobby, crumpling against one of the pillars. Before he could recover, Spike was over him. "So what if I am nothing, least I love her enough to not have something bleed me stead of being with her." Spike spat.
"And here I thought I had it bad." Angel came out of the back office, drawing both vampire and human's attention. "I was going to drown my sorrows with a drink, but I guess fighting works just as well." In his grasp was a glass with a pale liquid, he took a sip.
Spike morphed back into his human guise. "You got anymore of where that came from mate?" he said, referring to the drink.
"In the back," He nodded, and moved as the other vampire straightened off of Riley and headed toward the office. Angel leaned against the wall, swirling the cup before taking another sip. "You hurt?"
The army boy winced as he tried to stand up. "No, I'm good."
Angel shook his head as Spike appeared in the room, two bottles of liquor in his hand. With an almost skip in his step while he tore off the cork with his teeth, he tossed one to Riley.
"Thanks." He said uncertainly, still on the floor.
Spike shrugged and took a long swallow. "Can't find this kinda stuff in the Summer's house." He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his duster.
"How's is that?" Riley asked, giving up on standing. He had uncorked the bottle and tried a taste. "Living with Buffy?"
"Best time of my life." He said without thinking, and held the bottle lazily in his hand.
The army boy looked up at Angel, still drinking even though it was painfully painted on his face that he disliked the liquid. "Where is everyone?"
"Gave Gun and Fred the day off, Connor is probably on the streets now, he'll be back before dawn." Angel gave a small glance toward the window, as though looking for his son, or his Slayer.
"Last time I dropped by, Cordy was prowling with you, you kill her off?" Spike said, the bottle nearly drained.
Angel glanced at him. "She's on vacation."
The three were silent as Angel hitched himself on the desk, where Spike had previously sat, and kept his gaze to his own reality. Occasionally he took a sip and when he finished the last of it, he looked into the cup as though it would magically appear with more. Riley still sat miserably on the floor, his eyes burning into the bottle as he drank. The beating he had received seemed to have worn off, leaving him in an almost average condition, though he showed no sigh of getting up. The other vampire turned the bottle over, a few drops fell out and he grunted as he came up from his lean against the wall. Without bothering for recognition from the others, he went into the other room to hunt for more liqueur.
"Bring me a bottle." Angel called, setting the cup down with more force then he intended.
Riley rolled his head and a small smile graced his lips. "She kissed me." He said, a bit slurred. "She kissed me, and then she said that she didn't need me, that she didn't want me." His gaze was directed to his hands. "She doesn't love me."
"I thought you already knew that?" Angel looked at him, no emotion seeping through his voice, but the envy was painted with bright colors in his eyes.
Riley didn't meet his gaze of the vampire, but to the wall. "I hadn't heard it from her. You know, I made her my world, I made her my life, and I sacrificed myself for her." He gave a harsh laugh and eventually erupted into giggles.
"How strong is this stuff?" Spike had made his way back into the room with vampire grace. He carried in his arms what looked like most of Angels liqueur supply.
"It's Seislenr, some magically enhanced drink I picked up in Germany. Takes a while for your body to get used to the stuff, so the first time gets you really drunk, really fast. " He motioned for Spike to hand him a bottle, and gave a glance toward a drunk Riley. "Course it hits humans harder."
Spike gave a sideways glance at the boy and smiled. He went behind the desk and drew out a chair, setting it in the middle of room and put the rest of the drinks next to Angel, he plopped down in the chairs as he opened the bottle he had kept in his grasp. "How long till I get drunk enough to forget I'm sitting in the same room with her bloody soul mate?"
"Half of that should do the trick." Angel gulped the drink he had just opened.
"I lost my job for her, I lost my friends and my life." Riley started again.
Both vampires looked at him. "Your preaching to the choir. I lost Dru cause of her." Spike set his shoulder back against the brace of the chair and sighed. "Bloody worth it though."
"Kind of lost my soul to the girl." Angel mulled, obviously thinking the other two losses were nothing.
"He wins." Riley slurred, pointing toward the elder vampire.
Spike thought a moment. "I got a soul for her." He said, smiling coyly, looking around for the others to give their input.
"She gave me her undying love." Angel bragged, taking a long drink.
Riley nearly threw his bottle to the floor. His voice was and words were juvenile and almost sounded bratty. "She gave me a sword."
The younger vampire begun to laugh, which turned into a hiccup. "Bleeding hell, she gave me her, she gave me the time of night, she was with me. That's enough." Spike smiled and looked at Angel. "Sorry mate, but I win."
"She killed me." Angel shot back. "She was never able to kill you."
"How does that show that she loves you?!" Riley asked, somewhat incoherent from the slurred speech.
"The human's got a point there Peaches." Spike tapped his head. "I think the Seiswhatever is going to your head."
"Listen to me." Angel said slowly, feeling the liqueur began to overtake his judgment. "The night after I was with her, after her first time, she let Angelus out. She let out the evil that was locked inside me, but she killed me anyway. She was able to look into the eyes of the first person she had ever loved, into my eyes, and still kill me."
Spike's confusion was clearly seen in his eyes. "And that's romantic? No wonder she's not with you anymore."
"It's passion Spikey." Angel smiled, clearly reminiscent in his action and tone of when he and the younger vampire scoured Europe. "The line between love and hate is thin, and they bleed into each other. But the fact that she was able to overcome the blurred emotion, and kill Angelus with only hate in her heart. That's more passion then most people feel in a lifetime."
"So she loved you more when you were evil?" Riley's speech was again barely audible. "Can I have another bottle?"
"He's a lot keener when he's drunk." Spike mused as Angel threw the boy a bottle, which he caught sloppily in his hands. "Your saying she wanted you more when you were Angelus?" He gave a half smile. "Now, we all know she likes a little evil in her man." The vampire said with almost pride edged in his voice. "But to say that she loved you as Angelus is going a bit far."
Angel tried to get a reign on his rationality that was on the risk of being lost to drunkenness as he took another sip. "I said passion, not love."
"Is there a difference?" Riley said, struggling to his feet finally.
"Sure there is." Angel said, thinking. "Love is mixed emotion, where passion is just need."
"I needed her." The army boy walked unsteadily toward the vampire. "I needed her so much that when I wasn't with her I felt like I was dying."
Spike drained the last of the second bottle. "I second that, oh, and Peaches, I'm still not drunk enough."
Angel glared at Spike and then turned his attention toward the floor. "Angelus didn't lover her, I do. Angelus felt that though, felt the love and hated it. He could accept the passion, could thrive on it." He took in a breath. "Buffy felt the passion, felt the hate and the utter absolution of love, but she liked that. She'll never admit it, but a Slayer can't ever, really love."
"To confusing for my tastes." Spike stood from the chair and grabbed another bottle, pushing past Riley on the way. "We fight and fuck, bloody simple."
Riley took another bottle himself and uncorked it, staring at Spike the time through. "But you love her?"
"Yes, I bloody well love her." Spike nearly yelled. "Are you all so blood thick you can't get it? I love the damn Slayer."
"You and Buffy." Angel smiled, pressing the bottle to his lips. "I'll admit, I never expected it."
Riley took a long drink. "Vampires." He sputtered. "Stupid vampires, wasn't for you and your stupid vampirey status I could have her. No more Slaying, no more fucking the undead. Just her, and me, and normality." He looked at both Spike and Angel, then the half empty bottle he was holding. "I think I'm going to be sick." Riley quickly walked across the room, but only made it to the stairs before he threw up, and fainted.
"I never want to see him drunk again." Spike commented, cautiously setting his own drink down.
A/N Oh well, I was going for more humor, but the Angel passion speech was to good to pass up, even if it doesn't make much sense. . . If your confused with anything anyone said, just include it in your review (which your going to leave, right???) and I'll answer it next chapter. The whole Angelus/passion/Buffy thing is something I've been playing with and will be more thoroughly explored in the story. Keeping Riley in voice is hard enough, but doing it while he's drunk is downright impossible, so sorry bout the OOC of our least favorite lover. The plot will be making more headway next chapter, I've just had to set everything up.
Go to under Buffy spin-off idea's there's one called 'Connor' and I thought of it. ::Stands proudly:: It even says 'suggested by Keysuna' so I feel ever so special. Of course, the guy who put it on the site got some of the details wrong. . . but I'll let that slide.