Disclaimer: Look, although I've been "dead" for a while doesn't mean that I've TOTALLY forgotten that I don't own Angel and neither should you people.
A/N: Yes, yes, I'm a terrible horrible awful person for updating but my internet sources have been…cut off for a while and I'm using Lalaith's happy happy computer.
THANK YOU LALAITH! OH… You're sitting right here next to me. Sorry about yelling in y're ear.
Spike: GET ON WITH IT!
"No! No duster is worth THIS!"
Tyger was clinging to the car door with four fingers as B, Lorin, Angel and 'Chico' tried to pull her into the clothing store.
"Can't I just by one off of e-bay?"
Chico- a man with a ghetto accent- shrieked with horror. "My virgin ears! Oh say it isn't so, a girl who refuses to shop."
"Bull shit," hissed B. "No man named 'Chico' is a virgin.
Spike smirked from the shadows, his voice highlighted with pride, "That's the Tyger I know and love."
"Would you stop making wise-cracks and help us already" sad B.
Spike sauntered over to Tyger and whispered in her ear; she let go of her death hold on the SUV, sending B, Angel, Lorin, and Chico flying back onto the pavement in a tangled heap.
"C'mon B, let's go!" Tyger pulled B out of the dog pile.
"What'd he say, Tyger?"
Tyger shook her head as she and B searched for the perfect jacket. "Not telling."
"Ah com on Tyger, you can tell me."
"I can't hear you, lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala."
After an hour of trying on dusters, B and Tyger finally found what they needed.
Angel, of course, paid for everything.
B hugged Angel as he handed Chico his credit card, "Money isn't everything," she proclaimed, "but it sure helps." (Yeah yeah, corny. So kick me.)
Tyger rolled her eyes, "That's what they all say."
A/N: Yes, a quickie. And my reviewers have read this before but…ah… I gotta go. Bye!