BARGAIN
"How do you stop this," yelled Angel over the horrible noise.
"I dunno," Spike yelled back, "I only wanted to have a laugh and then the bloody thing got stuck."
Angel pressed all the buttons on the CD player, trying to stop the horrible sounds of Hanson, it didn't work.
"If we get out of this alive Spike," snarled Angel, "I'm going to cut you up into little pieces."
"Why don't you just do that now," yelled Spike, "Please," he begged as the chorus boomed out yet again.
Wesley walked into Angel's office to be greeted to what he thought was quite a humorous site. Spike and Angel stood with one hand over a single ear while the other was frantically pushing buttons on a CD player.
"I presume this is where all the music is coming from," Wesley shouted. The CD player was linked to the intercom Angel had in his office, the music was blaring through all the speakers in the building.
"Please make it stop," begged Spike and Angel, they both looked like they were about to burst into tears.
Wesley was about to walk over when he thought about something, he smiled.
"You have to do something for me though," he said.
They both nodded frantically, "Anything or may we sodding walk around the streets dressed as bloody Santa," yelled Spike.
That was good enough for Wesley, he walked over. Bending down he searched under the desk.
"Ah yes," he said as he felt what he was looking for. He pulled the plug. Then their was complete and blissful silence.
"Oh," said Angel as Wesley's head appeared from under the desk, "I didn't think of that."
"I'm surprised you two didn't just punch it," said Wesley, "Your really maturing."
"Thought about it," said Spike, "But it's new and bloody expensive."
"How much?" asked Angel.
"I dunno," said Spike, "I didn't buy it now did I? I nicked from your room."
Angel blinked, "You what," he snarled.
"You weren't going to use it now were you," said Spike. "Did you a sodding favour I did. You should be thanking me, got rid of your junk."
"I never..." Angel started to say.
Wesley cleared his throat, "I think you two have a promise to keep," he said.
"Things have really been quiet around here after you made that bargain," said Fred, smiling as Wesley brought her hot chocolate.
"Who would have thought," said Gunn, "Angel and Spike actually held up to it."
"Yes," said Wesley, "Well a bargain is a bargain, I must admit though, I almost miss their constant bickering."
"I don't," said Lorne, "They were giving me a canyon size headache. It was smart of you to think of making them promise to stop fighting."
"Who would have thought they'd choose the Santa suit," said Gunn laughing.
They looked out the window at the two red specks standing out on the sidewalk down below.
"Ho bloody Ho," snapped Spike.
"Spike stop swearing," growled Angel, "Kid's are around."
"Oh yeah..." started Spike.
"Did one of them just hit the other?" asked Lorne.
"Uh-oh," gasped Fred. They all quickly made a scramble to the lift.
"It's never going to stop," sighed Wesley as they got in.
"It was a good try though," Fred comforted him sympathetically.