Spike's bellow woke everyone in the hotel.
"Good lord." Giles said with a sigh. "I did think I was beyond this juvenile drama."
Caitlin grinned, relieved by the diversion. "Face it, Giles. There is no escape."
Buffy appeared at the top of the stairs in a robe. "Shut up, Spike!" she hissed, though everyone heard her. Faith walked right past them, as if nothing unusual was happening. She walked down the stairs and hopped up onto the counter. Caitlin noticed almost clinically that Spike's face seemed to be turning red. She wondered if vampires could have high blood pressure if their blood didn't pump.
"It's none of your business what I do." Buffy continued.
"But you're – you were in bed with that bloody – "Spike sputtered.
"Did you expect me to wait forever, when I didn't even know you were alive?"
Angel pushed past them, muttering something Caitlin didn't understand about cookies.
"Well, I couldn't tell you at first, could I? I was a bloomin' ghost!" He turned away. "I died for you, and you turned to that poof." He spun back to face her. "And you would have known if you had bothered to find out what Andrew was up to."
"I didn't know!" Buffy ground out. She threw up her hands. "I'm not going to discuss this with you, Spike."
Willow and Kennedy walked right in between them, Kennedy dragging Tiffany with her. Tiffany flinched as Spike stepped closer to Buffy. "But why him?"
"I'm sorry your feelings are hurt, but he makes me happy. I need that."
Spike seemed ready to storm away, but he happened to notice Illyria just then. "Happy, huh?" He said in a low voice. "At least now I know what you were doing when we needed your help. Do you know how many people are head because you just need to be happy?"
She sucked in her breathe. "Don't you dare talk about your losses. I came to help, and lost my sister. And most of the Slayers."
Caitlin was glad that she at least tacked the girls onto the end. Just then, the man of the hour appeared. "Ladies and gentleman, and dead evil things, I hope you enjoyed the show. Don't forget to tip your waitress." Xander announced, grabbing Buffy's hand and taking a bow.
Spike rolled his eyes and stalked away to lick his wounds. Ew, Caitlin thought. Hopefully not literally. Very bad mental image. After all that melodrama, she really needed some coffee.
Buffy and Xander came down to join the group. Giles cleared his throat. "Well, that was...um. Yes, I think we should have breakfast, then resume our discussion."
Tiffany practically flew out of her seat. "I'll go! I mean, I'll get breakfast. Please."
Giles looked to Faith. "Will you accompany her?"
"Sure." She said, pushing off the counter. "Always glad to help."
"Good lord." Giles said with a sigh. "I did think I was beyond this juvenile drama."
Caitlin grinned, relieved by the diversion. "Face it, Giles. There is no escape."
Buffy appeared at the top of the stairs in a robe. "Shut up, Spike!" she hissed, though everyone heard her. Faith walked right past them, as if nothing unusual was happening. She walked down the stairs and hopped up onto the counter. Caitlin noticed almost clinically that Spike's face seemed to be turning red. She wondered if vampires could have high blood pressure if their blood didn't pump.
"It's none of your business what I do." Buffy continued.
"But you're – you were in bed with that bloody – "Spike sputtered.
"Did you expect me to wait forever, when I didn't even know you were alive?"
Angel pushed past them, muttering something Caitlin didn't understand about cookies.
"Well, I couldn't tell you at first, could I? I was a bloomin' ghost!" He turned away. "I died for you, and you turned to that poof." He spun back to face her. "And you would have known if you had bothered to find out what Andrew was up to."
"I didn't know!" Buffy ground out. She threw up her hands. "I'm not going to discuss this with you, Spike."
Willow and Kennedy walked right in between them, Kennedy dragging Tiffany with her. Tiffany flinched as Spike stepped closer to Buffy. "But why him?"
"I'm sorry your feelings are hurt, but he makes me happy. I need that."
Spike seemed ready to storm away, but he happened to notice Illyria just then. "Happy, huh?" He said in a low voice. "At least now I know what you were doing when we needed your help. Do you know how many people are head because you just need to be happy?"
She sucked in her breathe. "Don't you dare talk about your losses. I came to help, and lost my sister. And most of the Slayers."
Caitlin was glad that she at least tacked the girls onto the end. Just then, the man of the hour appeared. "Ladies and gentleman, and dead evil things, I hope you enjoyed the show. Don't forget to tip your waitress." Xander announced, grabbing Buffy's hand and taking a bow.
Spike rolled his eyes and stalked away to lick his wounds. Ew, Caitlin thought. Hopefully not literally. Very bad mental image. After all that melodrama, she really needed some coffee.
Buffy and Xander came down to join the group. Giles cleared his throat. "Well, that was...um. Yes, I think we should have breakfast, then resume our discussion."
Tiffany practically flew out of her seat. "I'll go! I mean, I'll get breakfast. Please."
Giles looked to Faith. "Will you accompany her?"
"Sure." She said, pushing off the counter. "Always glad to help."