Like Father, Like Daughter

By: Gold Sword and Silver Bow

Goldie: Everything we wrote DOES make sense, so don't like… well, you know… flame us for something like that. PLEASE!

gidgetgirl- Yeah, this is definitely an AU fic, and I thought about having one of those canon-y characters, but Tosha is based off of one of my best friends and I don't think any of the characters would be able to be like Tosha unless I changed their personalities and I try not to mess with that too much.

Fanatic- AWWW!! Don't hate us!! I changed it JUST FOR YOU!

PumpkinBelly- Yeah, I know… My sister when she first read the bottom part, she was freaking out saying "I DON'T GET IT!" Yeah… I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Jenna- Thanks for the compliment!

Anon- I'll try to make sure that Spike stays his sexy self in this fic!! But no promises!!

"Oh my God," Buffy said as she took the steaming Ramen noodles from the microwave. "Today couldn't be anymore easier."

"Yeah." Willow took a bite out of her bowl of noodles. "So, did you find a date yet?" she managed to say through all of the chicken-flavored wheat noodles.

"Date for what?"

"For Anya and Xander's wedding," Willow said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm bringing Oz."

"Oh, I met his niece today," Buffy commented, trying to change the subject. "She's a sweetheart."

"Why was she in your office?" the redhead asked, not knowing her friend's mindset on changing the topic.

"She punched a girl in Gym."

Willow laughed and looked at the clock. "Hey, I have a date with Oz in like thirty minutes! I'm not even ready yet!"

"It's alright!" Buffy insisted, trying to help her hyperventilating friend. "I'll help you with your hair and stuff!"

"What if, you know, he doesn't like me anymore or his ex-girlfriend comes back and he realizes that he likes her more than me or—"

"Go upstairs and take a hot shower. I'll pick out your outfit."

After twenty minutes, Buffy made Willow turn around and around. Willow was sporting her short hair in a scrunch and was wearing a red halter-top and black pants.

The door opened suddenly and revealed a sixteen-year-old girl with long brown hair. "That top is mine," Dawn said with no tone.

Before Buffy could comment on how selfish Dawn was being at the moment, the teenager replied, "It looks good on you. Where are you going?"

"A date with Oz," Willow said, calmer than she had been before Dawn came home.

DING DONG

"There's Oz," Dawn said. "Remember, be home by eleven-o-clock and use protection if necessary." Willow flashed a nervous glance at Buffy.

After Willow left with her date, Buffy turned to her little sister and looked at her with wide eyes. "'Use protection if necessary'?"

"I've been helping Anya a lot lately with taking care of A.J," Dawn casually stated.

"Okay, so what do you wanna do?" Buffy asked her little sister.

"I want to go to sleep," Dawn yawned. "Putting up with A.J. and Anya's comments are hard work, but you gotta love the pay."

"Alright then, I'm goin' out," Buffy said, reaching for her jacket and headed out of the house.

Adele had just washed the electric blue dye out of her hair with a special shampoo and conditioner. Tosha and Olivia gawked at the shiny, cinnamon red hair. "Whoa, Adele," Tosha said, astounded.

She frowned. "We should dye your hair," Adele said, pulling out several cartons of different colored dyes. Tosha shook her head, but Olivia timidly volunteered to get hot pink highlights. Adele, being the expert cosmetologist, skillfully bleached and streaked Olivia's black hair. The results were stunning. The two streaks in the front of Olivia's hair flattered her round face.

"Has Oz dyed his hair recently?" Adele asked, surveying her handiwork.

"He washed out the dye," Tosha said, admiring her friend's daring new hairstyle.

Adele scowled. "So, where's your dad goin'?"

"I dunno," Tosha answered truthfully. "I think he's goin' to a bar with Uncle Gunn to pick up some sluts to sleep with." Her best friends looked at her with shock.

"I WAS JOKING!"

Blaring music. Bright lights. Buffy had no trouble melting into the pulsating beat of the music, her hips swaying and her body feeling alive. She snapped back into reality when she bumped into a blond-haired man with the clearest blue eyes she had ever seen. And damn was he hot!

"Wanna dance?" he asked, his mellifluous British accent seeping into her bones.

Buffy's word came out too fast, too excitedly for her own comfort. "Sure."

As the last beats to the song were fading, Buffy decided to part from the hot stranger and go get a drink to quench her thirst,

"A coke please." She ordered as she sat down onto the barstools.

"Here ya go miss." The bartender handed her fizzy drink. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, an order of spicy Buffalo wings," a familiar British voice came from behind her. She turned around and smiled at the mysterious stranger.

"Ya know, you poppin' up everywhere without me knowing your name is giving me the serious case of the wiggins," she teased. "Buffy."

"Name's Spike," he replied as he started eating his food and handed money over to pay for his meal.

As time passed on, the blond couple was conversing as if they were friends for a lifetime.

"So you play in a band? What instrument?" she asked, licking her off her fingers of the spicy substance that resulted in eating one of Spike's Buffalo wings.

"I play the guitar sometimes, but I usually sing," the Englishman said, never taking his eyes off the girl who was seducing him without even trying.

"Yeah, my friend is da—" she stopped. She couldn't believe her eyes. The California girl wanted to cry by just the sight of it, but she also didn't want to look like a fool in front of her gorgeous new friend. Spike turned around to see what caused Buffy to be silent all of the sudden. He saw a brunette couple, who was very wrapped up in each other to notice anything else.

"Parker," Buffy managed to say, without her voice cracking.

"Would you guys like anything else?" a waitress asked, not noticing that it was a very inconvenient time.

"I'd like a Budweiser," Spike replied, waving away the waitress, who was very into him and trying very hard to get his attention.

"Make that two," Buffy piped up, pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail. The waitress tugged the neckline of her blouse down so she had more cleavage, shot a sultry look at Spike, and flounced off to get their beer.

"You okay?" he asked but got no reply from the woman.

"Here's your beer." The slutty waitress placed their beer onto the table. Buffy snatched it from its spot and drank it as fast as she could.

"I need another one," Buffy said when she was done with her first, cringing after she drank the last drop. The waitress looked shocked and walked away to get another beer for her. "You want yours?" Buffy asked, staring hungrily at Spike's drink, which hadn't even been touched yet.

"Um…" was all he said, before she grabbed it and guzzled it down.

DRUNK BUFFY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Sorry, I'm kinda… dysfunctional?

Goldie