DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, or the people and places therein. I also do not own the character of Lucy Hannover. I've borrowed them to write this fiction, which is just that and not a way to try to steal money from Joss and company.
Now
It was only midnight when they finished the bottle, and while neither Buffy nor Xander was as drunk as they'd like, the Slayer paid the tab and the two left the bar.
She walked straight into Willow at the door. "Will? I thought you didn't want to come drinking with Xander and me tonight."
Willow shook her head. "I don't. I mean I didn't." She pointed over her shoulder. "Lucy needs your help."
"Oh." Buffy looked over her friend's shoulder. "Hi, Lucy. What's up this time?" She winced at the bitterness in her own voice.
The ghost smiled as the group began to move off down the sidewalk. "Its nothing like that, Buffy. I just need you to help me with a small favor. No demon slaughter or saving the world involved."
"Wouldn't Willow have been a better choice?" Xander was oblivious to Willow's efforts to quiet him.
Lucy took it in stride. "She probably would, except that I need a Slayer's touch in addition to needing a friend. Buffy is both."
"Oh." The alcohol and recent loss prevented him from coming up with something wittier.
Willow grabbed this opportunity with both hands. She started guiding Xander back toward the hotel. "You two go take care of whatever business you need to take care of and I'll go put Xander to bed. Bye Lucy. See you later Buffy."
The Slayer watched her two friends walk down the sidewalk with a bit of confusion. "That was weird." She shrugged. "Whatever. So where are we off to, Lucy?"
"This way, Buffy." The twice-dead Slayer walked off down the sidewalk with the ghost of a Slayer as her guide.
She didn't even notice that the rain had stopped finally.
Now
It was only midnight when they finished the bottle, and while neither Buffy nor Xander was as drunk as they'd like, the Slayer paid the tab and the two left the bar.
She walked straight into Willow at the door. "Will? I thought you didn't want to come drinking with Xander and me tonight."
Willow shook her head. "I don't. I mean I didn't." She pointed over her shoulder. "Lucy needs your help."
"Oh." Buffy looked over her friend's shoulder. "Hi, Lucy. What's up this time?" She winced at the bitterness in her own voice.
The ghost smiled as the group began to move off down the sidewalk. "Its nothing like that, Buffy. I just need you to help me with a small favor. No demon slaughter or saving the world involved."
"Wouldn't Willow have been a better choice?" Xander was oblivious to Willow's efforts to quiet him.
Lucy took it in stride. "She probably would, except that I need a Slayer's touch in addition to needing a friend. Buffy is both."
"Oh." The alcohol and recent loss prevented him from coming up with something wittier.
Willow grabbed this opportunity with both hands. She started guiding Xander back toward the hotel. "You two go take care of whatever business you need to take care of and I'll go put Xander to bed. Bye Lucy. See you later Buffy."
The Slayer watched her two friends walk down the sidewalk with a bit of confusion. "That was weird." She shrugged. "Whatever. So where are we off to, Lucy?"
"This way, Buffy." The twice-dead Slayer walked off down the sidewalk with the ghost of a Slayer as her guide.
She didn't even notice that the rain had stopped finally.
