Blackout

Chapter 2-getting to know you

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"Dammit! What's the use of having cell phone for emergencies if you can't get service!" She shoved the useless phone back into her pocketbook. "Yeah right…can YOU hear me now! Fuckers!"

"Calm down pet. The lines are probably just overwhelmed right now. Try again in a little bit."

"Listen Spike…if that's even your real name, we have been stuck in here for over a half hour and I don't do too well in close quarters, not to mention that I've got a 17 year old sister running around the city alone whose probably very frightened right now."

"I understand that, but panicking is not going to help at this point! I'm only trying to help."

They were sitting on piled up home hunting guides, the kind that always seem to be in ATM booths, and leaning against the wall closest to the door. Spike was getting frustrated with the girl- and more than a little bit claustrophobic himself, still…there were worse things than being trapped in the dark with a beautiful woman.

"I'm sorry…that wasn't fair. I'm just…aggravated. This day just is not turning out like I planned."

"It's okay. I understand. I'm getting a little irritated myself, plus…I'm beginning to feel a bit peckish."

"Huh? If that's kind of pervie remark I…"

Spike laughed, amused by the cute blond that sat besides him. "My stomache's starting to make all kinds of gurglie noises…I skipped lunch today. I was 'spose to meet someone for an early dinner, but it doesn't seem likely now."

"Oh! I can help there." With that she opened up the bags of goodies she'd purchased at Chelsea market. "Do you want brownies or cookies?" Spike looked into the bag of cookies amazed by the amount of sweets she'd purchased.

"Were you planning on eating all this tonight?" He asked, as he reached in for a giant sized cinnamon cookie.

Buffy blushed at the comment. She had gone a little bit overboard. "Not really…it's just…when I went in there they all looked so good I couldn't help myself."

"I get that. I don't presume you have anything to drink in those bags, huh?"

Reaching inside one of the other bags she was carrying she pulled out a bottle of Chianti.

"Wine?"

"It would be nice, but how are we going to open it?"

She scrambled through her other bags looking for the items she'd bought at the house ware sample sale, whipping out a wine bottle opener new in the package."

"You really went crazy in the Chelsea market didn't you?"

She smiled at that. "After going into Geoffrey and finding that I couldn't afford to shop at any of the clothing shops there I needed a little bit of a fix. Shopping is shopping. It doesn't always matter what you buy..sometimes you just need to shop. Besides, this is the bottle opener that was shown on the Oprah's favorite things episode..I got a major deal on it."

Once again Spike found himself not able to control his smile. He graciously took the opener from her. This girl was a piece of work!

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5:30

" have to warn you…I'm not a great drinker." Buffy was smiling uncontrollably, looking a little bit tipsy.

"You might've thought about that half a bottle of wine ago."

She reached over pulling the bottle from his hand and taking another sip of it.

"So who was it?"

"Who was what?" Spike asked, taking the bottle back from her and noting that there were two more still in the bag beside her.

"Who was the girl you were going to meet for the early dinner?"

"I didn't say it was a girl."

"Isn't it."

"Yeah"

"humph…see…so who was it? A girlfriend?"

Spike considered his answer a moment, looking out of the door to see that it was starting to become darker by the minute. It was still pretty clear, but without any street lights on it would be pitch black in another hour if not sooner.

"Ex-girlfriend. Dru."

"Were you planning to get back together with her?"

"Why are you asking pet? Were you planning on propositioning me tonight?" He said smiling. He was a little bit uncomfortable discussing his relationship with Dru with anyone, let alone someone he'd just met…especially a quite beautiful someone he'd just met.

Buffy started giggling beyond control, the wine actually having a major effect on her senses. "Ha! You wish! I don't even know you…besides…you're eeevil!"

Spike couldn't help but laugh along with her. The more this girl opened her mouth, the more he liked her. "And what makes you say that love?"

Buffy stood up then, and walked over to the small door which was emitting the only source of light, looking back towards where he still sat on the floor. "I can tell…the hair, the clothes..besides, who wears all black on a day as hot as today." At that she realized how hot she was. She started unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing while Spike looked on with interest.

"What is it you're doing now?"

"Hot."

"So you're going to sit here without a shirt on?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at the comment, revealing the camisole she was wearing underneath. Spike's disappointment was obvious, but he shook it off.

"I just like black is all. You don't like my hair?"

She walked back, folding her blouse and placing it carefully into one of her shopping bags.

"Whatever. Stop trying to change the subject. Tell me about Dru."

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7:00

"I can't believe that you actually considered going out with that bitch tonight!" Buffy swallowed hard, the Pinot Grigio sliding smoothly down her throat, an empty bottle of Chianti strewn carelessly to the side.

"I mean really…why would any one ever cheat on YOU!"

Spike cocked his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is that right?"

"Really! Have you LOOKED at you!"

"No. Why don't you tell me."

"You're all sexy with your black clothes and you're spikey hair…ooh I just got that, is that why they call you spike?"

"Not important…go on."

"No. I want to know."

"Really not that interesting a story"

"Please???" She pleaded, her lips becoming full and pouty. Spike wanted nothing more than to catch them into his own.

Spike was a little disappointed that her little drunken praising was over so soon, still…but how could he deny that pouty lip.

"Fine. You tell me how you got you're nick name- it is a nick name right? Okay, and then I'll answer any question you want."

"Is this a game Buffy?" He asked, now really interested in the possibilities it held. Her voice had been flirty and seductive at the suggestion.

"It's whatever you want it to be…Spike."

TBC

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