CHAPTER 6

"So like, Clive, I was thinking that we should like totally go out on a date tonight."

"You...you...w-w-want to go out with m-m-me?" A guffaw came down the line, followed by what sounded like a rubbing noise.

"Clive, what's that noise?"

"Mmmmm...ahh....erm. I'm sanding down my wall." He sounded embarrassed.

"Right babe, well I'll see you at the Bronze at 9 tonight then. Be sure to dress...don't turn up looking like a dork." She hung up.

Clive was grinning from ear to ear. He went back to sucking his sausage. He liked sausages.

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"So Clem, Clem....CLEM GET OUT OF THE BLOODY KITCHEN AND TALK TO ME."

Clem walked out of the kitchen into the living room, wearing nothing but stilettos and his modesty.

Spike ran.

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Hours later, Buffy was sitting alone on the kerb in front of the Bronze. Clive was late. He was late dammit! No-one stood Buffy up and got away with it, ever!

Suddenly, to her surprise she heard a whirring noise. It sounded like a very noisy vibrator. She looked up to the dark, moonlit sky and to her astonishment she saw a blurry figure slowly hovering down to earth. She withdrew her stake from her trousers (no not that stake) and held it up in defence.

"Why hellooooooo my dreamboat!" came a familiar voice. It was Clive! Clive was hovering down to earth, wearing his propeller hat.

Buffy felt her cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson. Clive was such a twat.

"Woooo-weeee I'm coming down to laaaand ye fair maiden!" Clive fell to earth with a loud thump. The batteries in his propeller hat had apparrently ran out. He promptly stood up, surveying the ground in search of his teeth.

Buffy sighed. "Are you alright Clive?"

"I think th-o but I hath lotht a few of my teeth..."

Buffy got to her knees to help search for them, and swatted Clive's idle hands away as they reach for her buns. She sighed again. This was going to be a loooooong night.

To be continued...(assuming the author can be arsed.)