9/9/04
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Bottles Not Spun, Chapter 2
Spike woke up by slowly opening one eye, and then the other. He was lying on a floor. An ugly floor, colored some Gawd awful dirt hue. He sat up, and saw what the room looked like from this angle. He was sitting in an office, the blinds pulled shut. There was a desk, and a window to the inside.
He walked over to that window, and saw a man and a woman, sleeping on the floor? "Huh?" he scratched his head. He reached for the door, when there was a noise from behind the desk. Startled, the bleached blonde grabbed a lamp, and prayed he wouldn't need it…
Angel heard a noise, and slowly opened his eyes. 'Why am I nest to a desk?' he thought, numbly. He placed a hand upon, to get himself off the floor. "Who are you?" the vamps asked in unison. "I don't know!" they repeated. "Stop that!" "Sorry". Spike rolled his eyes, as Angel looked down. They were about to speak again, when a screech was heard from the outer office.
"Some one is in trouble!" Angel said. "Then let's get over there and help them!" Spike said, as they dashed into the other room.
Cordelia was whacking Wesley with her purse. "OMG! What the hell is going on here!" she screamed. "Ma'am, I assure you!" Wesley said, holding his hands up. "I mean you no harm!" was heard between smacks and Cordelia's screams.
She turned to the two other men. "Who are you sexy guys?" she asked, ignoring Wesley. "Uh, we were hoping you could tell us…" Angel said. "Does no one know who we bloody are!" Spike demanded.
"Well, you and specks over there are both English, maybe you're related, like brothers, or cousins?" asked Cordelia.
Spike and Wesley looked down 'figural' in Spike's case, at another. "So, we're related huh?" asked Spike, hands on his hips. "ID!" Wesley said.
"What?" asked Cordelia. "Of coarse!" Angel said, as he reached into his back pocket. Cordelia caught on, and reached into her purse. Wes and Spike followed Angel's example.
"I'm Cordelia Chase!" she proudly declared. Showing off her Driver's License. "Hmm, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce!" Wesley smiled as Spike laughed. "Ha! Wesley! What a loser name!" Spike laughed
"Oh yeah? And what is your name?" asked Wesley. Spike looked down at that. "I don't have one" he said, sad. "Sorry" Wesley said.
"Ok, non glasses dude, what's your name?' asked Cordelia. Angel was very busy staring at something. "I don't have one either. All I found in my wallet was this picture," Angel said.
Cordelia snatched it before Angel could register it. "OMG!" she blushed instantly and then Wesley took it. "Oh, my" he smiled and then Spike took it. He looked at Angel.
In the picture, it was the two of them, kissing! "So, um, yeah…" Spike said. "Uh, huh…" Angel said.
"So, you two don't have names?' asked Wesley, changing the subject. They both shook their heads. "OH! Can I name them!" asked Cordelia.
"We're not bloody dog ya know!" Spike said, angry.
"Huh, I'll call the blonde one Derek. And" but Spike cut her off. "Derek! That's not even English!" he yelled. "Fine! You can be Randy" she smirked. "Randy! Might as well as call me Horney Wyndam-Pryce!" 'Randy' raged. (Spike will now be Randy! Yay!)
"Now that that's settled, it's your turn." Cordelia said. "Hmmm, Bob!" she said. "Bob!" Angel pouted. "Fine! You can be… uh…Alex." She said. "Ok, I like that name, I could even be called Xander for short!" 'Alex' said.
"No Luv, I'm not calling you something stupid like a whelp's name." Spike said, rolling his eyes.
"Right, now let's uh, try to uh..' But Wesley was cutt off by….
All for now! The Alex part, I love irony! Thanks for reading! I love you all! : )
