Buffy, Willow, and Xander all walked into the Western decked Bronze. Cowboy hats seen all around it was a virtual Honky Tonk. Garth Brooks' I've Got Friends in Low Places played loudly from the stage as people danced in various styles. Xander, who hadn't gone out on a special trip for his outfit, was wearing a long sleeved flannel western style shirt, a tight beater underneath, a pair of ripped Wranglers, a brown, big buckled belt, brown cowboy boots, and a brown cowboy hat. When the girls had first saw him they thought he looked absolutely mouth-watering. They had told him if they hadn't known him they would so be hitting on him. At which point Xander answered, "And who are you ladies?"

"Wow. Big turn out, Huh?" Buffy said to the other two friends.

"Well, you had to figure, where else would they all be?" Xander added.

"Yea, I suppose."

"Have I told Buff? Wills? You both are looking...(gulp)...great." Xander said, looking hotly at the redhead and blonde.

"Oh! I think Xander just fell in love with theme week." Willow said to Buffy.

Buffy just laughed as they found a table to sit at, she searched the crowd for any familiar faces. When she spotted someone who looked well hot, for lack of a better word due to the drooling, she wondered just who this dashing man in all black might be. She couldn't tell who it was due to the fact that his face was hidden by the lowered brim of his hat, but he had an allure about him she couldn't place. Something dangerous, but sensual. As she moved out of her seat her friends questioned her.

"Where ya going Buffy?" Xander asked her.

"Wha? Oh...To get drinks. You want?" She asked both of them.

"H2O, needed. For the crazy dancin' we are all going to be doing in a few moments." Xander exclaimed.

"Yea, me too. Although dancing, usually equals spaz me...so not sure about the other part there Xand."

"Kay. I'll be back in a few." Buffy said off in a daze, as she stared at the man who was still leaned against the dark wall.

When she arrived at the bar she placed her order in for 3 waters and waited for them to be given to her. She glanced off to her side and noticed the dark cowboy was sitting down at the darkest side of the bar. She decided that this was as good a time as any to ask and see if she knew him. So she walked closer and at that moment she started to walk a new song came on and the masked (figuratively) man began to sing.

He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.

Sweet-talkin' forked tongue had a temptin' charm.

Before I turned around, that girl was gone.

All I can say is: "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."

She recognized that accent, but she couldn't quite put it.

Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.

I hope she's happy with him.

Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,

That angel who did me in.

(He scoffed at this.)

I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.

I watched 'em drive away over the hill.

Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill.

Down in Brokenheartsville.

As she came a few feet from his side she heard him clearly at saw his face as a spot light roamed to his corner, and at that second she knew who it was.

"SPIKE!" Buffy said loudly, even over the music, people turned her way. And then to herself she thought, 'Oh my God! Oh my GOD!!! I can't believe I thought Spike was hot! That's just EW! Oh my God!"

"Hello, cutie." Spike stared wolfishly at her. "Oh I am enjoying this get up, its very becoming...I can almost see your knickers, that is if you're wearing any." At this point her leaned back trying to get a look up her skirt. Her hair was curled in little ringlets under her cowboy hat and he could see the lengthy amount of cleavage peeking out of her vest.

"Oh yea? Well how about this look for you Spike. I didn't think you liked Americans, know your trying to be one, with your cowboy hat. Have you seen your self? Ridiculous much, look in the mirror. Oh wait! You can't!" Buffy spat at him.

"Yea, and that's why I could smell you a mile away looking at me." He grinned at her blush. "Yea, you thought you could hide it. That only makes it stronger."

"I'm done talking to you, Spike. Leave."

"Free country, I can stay as long as I please."

"Whatever." Buffy yelled back.

"Save me a dance, Slayer." Spike sing-songed to her across the sea of bodies as she carried her waters away.

She returned to her table with the water and sat down with a huff.

"What took ya so long, Buffy?" Willow asked her seeing that she wasn't happy.

"Yea, we though some young cowboy lassoed you up." Both girls looked at him curiously, which in turn he just shrugged, "Trying to get in the mood, won't happen again."

The question of what took her so long getting the drinks feel on the spot after she didn't answer. They all waited for an up beat song to come on to get up and dance. When one came on Xander jumped up from his seat and reached out both hands to the girls to dance. They both reluctantly got up from their seats and walked out to the dance floor. The song started out slow so they danced leisurely.

He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since new years day,
In eighty - eight, gets trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here

And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there

As the song picked up they quickened there pace and got more into the music.

He yells out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he says

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy.

Xander and Willow interlocked arms and danced off, leaving Buffy to herself. Though she didn't care, she was having fun. Spike looked to the dance floor and was brought to attention by the same sight he had seen the first time he saw this exquisiteness.
He got up out of his seat and began to walk towards the beauty before him, he came up behind her as the song changed from the original fast one to a smother beat. He put his hands on her hips from behind and started to sway to the beat. She turned to see, but was hushed by his eyes.

Girl you've never known no one like me.

Up there in your high society

They might tell you I'm no good

Girl they need to understand

Just who I am

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I'm a real good man

She whispered, "You're not a man." But was quickly quieted by the feel of his body on hers.

I may drink too much and play too loud

Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd

That don't mean I don't respect

My Mama or my Uncle Sam Yes sir, yes ma'am

I may be a real bad boy

But baby I'm a real good man

I might have a reckless streak

At least a country-mile wild

If you're gonna run with me

It's gonna be a wild ride

When it comes to loving you

I've got velvet hands

I'll show you how a real bad boy

Can be a real good man.

At this point, he ran his nimble, experienced fingers along her exposed midriff. She shuddered with pent arousal. This wasn't right, she thought, but oh how she didn't care.
At her tremble he pulled her hastily flush against himself, which made her moan, and at that he growled. Just as the song ended, she came do from her helpless stupor and tried to get away as a new song started to play. Unlikely thought, because he pulled her round facing him and put her arms around his neck. The song was too much for her to handle, the romanticism in it made her miserable and want to dance to forget.

Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I've never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams

They danced to the music, able to be free of all others due to the mass of bodies shielding them from anyone whom knows about destiny or fate. And this was okay for Buffy, Angel was gone. Not in the sense of gone, dead forever, but he was evil now and there was nothing she could do about it. So she set herself free, but as the last chorus of the song rang out she remembered what had happened, who Angel was and Spike was that too. She left his arms, grabbed her jacket passing Willow and Xander, who had missed this whole display between her and Spike, and ran out the door.

I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Oh, every little thing that you do
Baby I'm amazed by you.

Spike stood in the middle of the dance floor by himself.

"Don't worry, luv, I'll be back. Wouldn't miss tomorrow for the world, after all its Punk Tuesday."



Author's Note: Yea! Lots of songs in here so, I supposed because I love country I will site them all. Brokenheartsville-Joe Nicoles, Hell Yeah-Montgomery Gentry, Real Good Man-Tim Mcgraw, and Amazed-LoneStar. These are all great songs...especially the one I mentioned in the first paragraph. Garth Brooks-I've got Friends in Low Places. Best thing to do just drive down the road, cowboy hat on, and singing that song top of your lungs...I love it. Anyone needs any good country songs...give me a holler I got a book of them. Also I wanted to ask...I have the idea from Tuesday...which I am very excited to write. But the rest of the days...I'm not sure about just yet. If anyone has any suggestions they would be greatly appreciated. AND Did everyone notice how much longer this chapter was...Be proud of me. Thanks much.~~~*BloodRed