A/N: This chapter is rated R for language and suggestive themes. Don't say we didn't warn you.

As Angel looked at the triumphantly pissed off girl he looked across the room at the unconscious bodies.

"So, you're here to kill me?" Angel said trying to find a way to calm her down.

"If you keep flying that trap of yours, it's a definite possibility." Raven said snippily.

A groan was heard across the room, Max, Raven and Angel saw the arising body of the almighty Spike.

"Bloody fuckin' hell! Why does my head feel like a boulder ran across my soddin' skull?" Spike gingerly touched his forehead as he gazed at Angel also on the floor.

"What the 'ell are you doing on the floor poofter?" Spike chuckled at his comical statement about his sire. Then he saw that the two bar maids were also standing in the room staring at him. Probably because of his hotness.

Raven saw him, and it furthered her pissed off state. "Who the fuck are you looking at, Twig Boy?"

Spike seemed to take offense to Raven's last comment. "TWIG? Who do you think you are you little strawberry? I'll have you know I work out nearly every day."

Angel shook his head and whispered to Spike, "Um, working out doesn't help much. You're a vampire, and our bodies don't change much, remember?"

"It keeps us healthy though," he said aloud.

Max chimed in, "What are you guys on? Vampires aren't real. Only little kids believe in that stuff anymore."

"You'd be surprised what truth those little kids' beliefs have," Angel said, groaning as he started to stand up.

"I still believe in vampires," Raven said. "Though, not as much as ghosts. This one time, in Tahiti, I met this guy in a bar and he was really hot and stuff, and well, he took me to his hotel which was really nice and really big...."

"All right, Raven, we don't care. And, you may believe in ghosts, but then again, your common sense isn't, well, there. You've dragged me all over God's green Earth, and none of what we did proved fruitful."

"Hey, did I ask for your opinion? I wasn't finished yet!" Raven said. "Now, right before I kissed him, his face turned all ridgidy and stuff, and he tried to bite me, so I kicked his ass. So, vampires are real, ha!"

"Okay that night did you have a few drinks?" Max asked innocently.

"Naturally." Raven shrugged off the question.

"SO, is it possible that you'd, I don't know, have a hallucination?" A moment's pause went by before Spike finally got bored and decided to put his two cents in.

"Vampires are bloody real, I can prove it!"

Now, instead of vamping himself he punched Angel as hard as he could, on the nose, causing him to slip into his demon to slip forward. Acting on impulse Max slammed her fist forward also giving Angel a double whamming.

"Uh FUCK! That shitting hurt!" Angel nursed his nose in his hands as blood streamed down.

Max gasped and covered her face. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. It was a reaction I swear!"

"Why are you apologizing?" Raven screeched as she ALSO slams her fist into Angel. "This guy is a freaking vampire!"

"Right love, he's evil. Kill him please." Spike shouted happily watching as Angel gave him the oh-so popular glare. She may not be able to kill him but she might be able to mess him up. Which was enough for the lying vampire.

"But, if he was evil wouldn't he have killed us by now?" Max asked questionably.

"He waiting for you to let your guard down pet. Hit him in the back of the knee, it's a weak spot. Or better yet in the balls!" Spike was getting excited as usual.

Angel having enough punched Spike also with all his strength. Spike staggered a bit but he was used to it so he remained standing but in his demon mask.

"You're a vampire too!" Max yelled.

"Oh, so now you believe me," said Raven. "Dammit, why do vampires have to be hot?" She pointed at the unconscious Wesley. "Is he one too?"

"What the hell is going on? Why did you attack us?" Max asked.

Angel decided to explain, going back into his human form. "Well, this office has alarms that sense whenever a slayer, a vampire killer, walks through the threshold. Obviously, Raven is a slayer, though I'm not sure about you."

Raven thought about it for a moment. "So, if I'm a vampire slayer hunter thingy, shouldn't I kill you?"

"No!"

"Why not? What makes you so special?"

"I have a soul!"

"Well, so do I, but I'm still a bitch!"

"She's got a point." Max said timidly.

"See, a soul doesn't make you special but more of a Nancy boy." As Spike insulted Angel Raven was checking him out, Max saw this and yelled at her.

"Oh my gosh, aren't there enough ALIVE guys for you to check out? You just HAVE to want the dead too."

Spike turned around to see Raven blushing, "What, can't I enjoy a smoking sexy guy?"

"You think Spike is smoking sexy?" Angel asked.

"He's so much hotter than you are, and you're pretty hot." Spike looked at her.

"I'm not sure if your taste in guys is all around healthy for you Rave," Max stated, "you should seek some psychological guidance."

"You sound like a dork Max." Raven stated.

"Yeah well, gotta love me." Max said lamely.

"Are you two done with the chick fight yet?" Angel asked perched on his desk with Kleenex upon his broken nose.

"Sorry-"Max started but Raven interrupted her.

"Chick fight, you need your spine ripped out through your ass!" Raven threatened.

"DAMN STRAIGHT. I love this girl!" Spike exclaimed.

"Really?" She said seductively.

He just smirked sexily, earning two eye rolls and a groan.

He strutted over to Raven and they started talking quietly to themselves, probably flirting suggestively.

"Well, once again no on cares about me and my injuries." Angel muttered to him and he hopped off the desk and limped over to Wes and kind of tapped him with his foot. He didn't budge.

"Did we kill him?" Max felt so horrible for breaking the hot guy's nose and Raven beating the guys into a bloody pulp.

"Nah," he looked at her, "he's faced tougher."

Max raised her eyebrow saying 'name two'. Max turned to Raven and the platinum haired guy, who was busy planting his face on Raven's. Max shook her head and then realized what they were doing. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You don't even know him!"

Raven pulled her lips away from the man's slightly, giving her a cold look. "Well, did I know the guy in Hawaii, the guy in Scotland, or the guy in Tahiti? No." She went back to kissing the guy.

"The guy in Tahiti was a vampire, if you forgot. Anyway, he's a vampire too, so how do you know he's not evil?"

She pulled away once more, a pissed look on her face. "He can French kiss among the best. I'm not worried." She continued her tonsil hockey session.

Angel looked at Max, an inquisitive look upon his face. "Is she always like this?"

Max rolled her eyes. "Worse. Usually, she just kisses the guy, then, if he's hot and can kiss well, she drags him someplace to have sex, or so I've come to understand. So, don't be surprised if she leaves with this guy." She looked back to where they were supposed to be. They weren't there. "Holy shit, she's quick."

TBC

A/N: Thanks for your support. Hope you understand this, since both MeiDarkreign and I are hyped up on sugar and caffeine, and it's late at night. So, if it sounds weird, blame the caffeine. Peeps out!