Wade plopped down across from Oz. "What are you doing over here?" she asked, pilfering a carrot stick from the jar on the table. She dipped it in a creamy sauce. "Ew! What is this stuff?"
Oz sniffed. "You don't really want to know."
Wrinkling her nose, Wade had to agree. "So why are you still sitting down? Remy even got the Professor out on the floor. The whole point of coming out was to, y'know, have fun, and I don't know, Oz, but you don't look like you're having fun," she said, waving the carrot stick.
"I'm having fun. See: fun face."
"Ha ha."
"You don't believe me."
Wade made a face of her own. "You wanna convince me, then let me see you shake your groove thing."
Oz frowned. "I think mine's broken."
"Oh please!" Wade got up, pulling Oz with her. "Let's go buddy, you're gonna enjoy yourself even if it kills you."
With her back to him, Wade didn't see the small smile attempting to split Oz's face. Suddenly he pulled her close and dipped her.
"Oz!"
"Wade."
"I didn't know you could do that!"
He shrugged as he righted her. Laughing, Wade let him take control
Pouting, Buffy asked, "Did we have to let him go?" as Oz led her through the crowded club. Although one of the shortest couples there, clubbers parted before them like water.
Or like terrified prey, Oz thought. "Yes, Buff, we had to let him go."
"Why?"
"You were enjoying it too much."
Buffy frowned. "I always enjoy a little torture. Makes you wonder why I didn't join the dark side before."
Stopping suddenly, Oz whipped around and dragged Buffy close to his body. "You were growling."
"So was Spike."
"You only growl for me," he said dangerously.
Buffy didn't seem to care. "Is Ozzy jealous."
"Yes." He dragged his lips over hers, pulling her body close. When he finally let her up for air, she asked, "Should I apologize?"
"Would you mean it?"
"Mmm…"
"Buffy…"
"What? I'm thinking about it."
Growling, Oz pulled her into another kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair. Vaguely he felt her nails marking his biceps through his loose t-shirt. As he pressed Buffy against a conveniently placed square column, nipping at her jaw, her lips, her ears, he heard her breath, "Sexual innuendo will get you everywhere."
Quinn glanced to his left. Then glanced away. "Whoa!"
"What?" Rembrandt asked.
Quinn pointed in the direction of his left shoulder. "Look over there."
"And what, pray tell," the Professor said, joining the two at their table, "are we looking at 'over there'?"
"Couple making out."
Dutifully, both the Professor and Remy looked. "Hey," Remy exclaimed, "wasn't there a world where public displays of affection like that were outlawed?"
"Yeah, ours. It's called get a room!" he called over his shoulder. It was swallowed by the roar of the crowd. "Man, I wish Wade and Oz were here to see this."
"Why," Professor Arturo asked with some disdain, "so that they too may feel intruded upon?"
Shaking his head, Remy said, "It's all right, Professor. You just don't get it."
"Apparently not."
Oz pressed on last punishing kiss on Buffy's lips before pulling back. "Be right back."
"I'm dying!" Wade waved her face with her hand.
"I'll get us something to drink."
"What?!"
Oz leaned in close to whisper in her ear: "Said I'll get us drinks."
"Oh." Wade pulled away, a little flushed. "Thanks, Oz. Bring it to the table, will you?"
He nodded, then melted into the crowd. Oz felt someone grab his arm.
"Bet you didn't expect to find me here, didya mate?"
Turning at the familiar voice, Oz shook Spike's arm off him. "Spi-- I'm not who you think I am," he said seriously, hoping that the vampire could hear him through the din. It was hard to look like you meant something when you were screaming it at the top of your lungs. Unless you were waving a machine gun while doing it. Fresh out of those, Oz thought.
"You're preachin' to the choir, mate. Just wanted to let you and Slutty know I was on your side."
Eyebrows coming together in the beginning of a frown, Oz nodded. "Thanks. I guess."
"No worries, mate. You'll get yours," he said with a grin before tipping an imaginary hat and disappearing into the crowd.
"Ookay."
Buffy grabbed Oz as he nearly walked past. "Hey, that must have been the fastest potty-break ever. What, you didn't see me standing here?"
A strange look passed over her lover's eyes. "Buffy?"
"That's m'name." The strange look didn't pass. "Oz what's wrong? Did you--"
"I just saw Spike."
Buffy's face lit up. "Really? I bet he wants to play some more." Seduction creeping along her skin, she ran her hands up Oz's arms. "Can't I play with Spike, Oz? I promise not to like it…too much, but he's so much fun."
Instead of a flat denial, cool detachment, or even anger, Oz appeared confused. "I'm not the person you're--"
Buffy took Oz's hand and kissed his palm.
He pulled it away. "I'm--"
Buffy closed the distance between them and kissed him.
Oz wrenched himself from her grasp.
"What is wrong with you! Fine, I won't play with Spike. You don't have to be such a spoilsport, Oz"
"I'm not your Oz."
"What?"
"And you're not my Buffy."
Buffy bristled. "Like he--"
"Where I'm from, I'm in love with Willow."
The lights in the nightclub flickered then went off for one second
"Noo!" Buffy screamed, but no one heard her over the loud music.
Craning her neck, Wade glanced around the nightclub. The lights had just flickered but no one else seemed to care so she and the others could only figure it was a fairly regular occurrence. Or that the dancers were too self-absorbed to have noticed.
She turned back to Remy, Quinn and Professor Arturo sitting at the table. "I wonder where Oz got to."