A/N: An all new chapter. Not old at all.

Spike looked over at Angel and smirked. Then he looked back down at himself and the smirk disappeared, followed by a look of despair. How did he get himself into these messes? Seeing as though he could hardly look in a mirror Spike could only guess on how bad he looked.

He was dressed in skin-tight leather trousers with buckles all the way up the sides of his legs and string tied up at the crotch, big clumpy platform purple shoes and a dark purple silk shirt. The shirt was half undone, showing pretty much all of his chest and half of his stomach, although he had a large gold medallion resting around his neck, not to mention the several gold rings on his fingers. Lorne had also gone to the trouble of spiking his platinum hair up in all directions and spraying him in some god-awful perfume.

He turned to Angel again, finding it a bit hard to actually move in the skintight trousers.

Lorne was still fussing with his boss. The sight was one to behold for sure.

Angel was also wearing tight leather trousers but his were electric blue and a lot shinier than Spike's plain black ones. His shoes were black cowboy boots, with very pointed ends and he wore a black mesh shirt, far too tight, with nothing underneath, showing way too much for Spike's liking.

"Remind me again why we're dressed up as right poofters?" Spike folded his arms, indignant.

Angel turned to him, looking just as despairing as Spike felt "Because this, apparently, will get us in to see Isaac"

"Yeah, how's that again?"

Lorne tsked "I've told you big lugs before. Isaac is a real big name in these parts. He's high profile. Has dozens of connections in the movie industry, amongst others. This is the best way to get you in there to see him"

"Why? He likes men in tight clothes?" Spike grumbled.

"No, because he also sidelines in prostitution. Come on, cream buns, I've been over this," Lorne sighed, throwing his hands up "So, naturally you have to go in dressed to the nines"

"As pimps?" Angel folded his arms too, covering up his far too exposed nipples.

"Bingo!" Lorne grinned "And pimps, well, they've gotta have their ladies too…"

The green demon walked over to the double doors of Angel's office and opened them with a flourish.

"Ta da!" He sang melodically.

Spike and Angel both routinely turned to the open doors, both ready to be less than impressed with what or who Lorne had managed to rustle up.

However, as Dawn and Nina strolled through the door Spike's jaw went slack.

"Dawnie!" He gaped.

Dawn smiled and struck a pose for him. She was dressed in a black dress that reached calf level but had high splits up both legs, it was made from crushed velvet from the looks of it, and the neckline plunged to reveal cleavage, and lots of it. Her hair was loose and curled and she had plenty of make-up on her face, yet it didn't overwhelm her or make her look tacky. She looked, well…

"You look like a woman!" Spike spluttered.

"And you look like a…well, John Travolta on a very bad day" Dawn noted.

He pointed at her, still wide-eyed "No, no, no. We are…we are not taking along the Niblet. It's not right!"

"Oh, Spike, shut up" Dawn walked over and sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and flashing too much thigh, so much so that he had to look away "I am a woman. I can be useful for this"

"No, look….no"

"Good reply"

"Angel, tell her" Spike demanded.

When he didn't get an answer he looked around and saw the vampire staring at his girlfriend in frozen shock. Spike had been so busy being surprised by Dawn's appearance he hadn't taken the time to have a look at Nina much at all.

She wore a white dress that showed even more cleavage than Dawn's. It seemed to be spun of silk and dusted the floor, almost as if she was going for a night out at the Oscar's. Her blonde hair was soft and fell around her shoulders endearingly. Spike had to admit she was on fire tonight. He gave her the once over more than, well, once.

"Oh, so it's all right for her to be here, huh?" Dawn said, drawing his attention back to her.

Spike looked at her, in the eyes, "She wasn't sixteen only a few years ago"

Dawn stood slowly and walked over to him, in a calm and confident stride, she stood right in front of him as she said "What's the matter, having inappropriate thoughts?"

Spike jumped back "No! Please, that's not even an issue!"

"Then no harm in me coming along, right?" She beamed.

"Angel, you're the boss. Tell her" Spike gave him a shove.

He blinked and looked over at Dawn, his eyes widened again "Yeah, uh, Dawn, I'm not so sure if that's a good idea. What with you being so young and all…"

"Angel, don't even" She held her hand up "You were dating, and sleeping with, Buffy when she was younger than I am today"

Spike nodded, seeing her point.

Angel cleared his throat "Yes, let's bring that up now" he muttered sarcastically.

"Ah ha! Speaking of big sis, I have a hard time believing that she approved this –" Spike started.

"Stupid shoes of mine!" Came the voice just outside in the hallway "Oh, sure, like I'm not having a hard enough trouble with the heels – I now gotta be falling out of my dress too? Well thank you so much!"

Buffy stumbled through the door "Lorne, I don't think this dress is working for…"

She looked up. Saw Spike and Angel. Burst out laughing.

Spike may have felt incensed enough at her obvious mocking to respond back with a jibe of his own, if his heart hadn't leapt up into his throat and his head didn't suddenly feel like it was in a whirlpool.

Because the woman before him was Buffy Summers.

And she was beautiful.

Even as she laughed, Spike couldn't help but take her in with his eyes. A goddess she was indeed.

Her dress was the colour of freshly spilt blood; its neckline was split right down to her navel revealing a long line of her tanned flesh. No wonder she was having issues with staying in the dress. Spike couldn't help but let his gaze linger there before moving on. The dress reached past her knees, it was cut asymmetrically so that it bared one leg all the way up to mid-thigh. She has red heels on her feet that showed her cute little toes off, she was adorable. Adorable and sexy. Was it possible to be both?

"Guys, if you're not careful you'll catch bugs in your mouths" Dawn pointed out.

Spike blinked, his trance broken.

Buffy grinned "You two look pretty. 70's convention in town?"

"Uh…uh…yeah, hey" Spike cleared his throat, looking over to Lorne "How come we have to be dressed up as stereotypical pimps and they just get to look like that"

Lorne walked over next to Buffy, fussing with her dress "When you see Isaac you'll know why"

"Yeah, Lorne I so can't walk in these shoes" She said "Maybe it would be a better idea if I help Gunn and co with the destroying of the warehouses"

"What? And waste a body like that on explosions? I think not!"

Spike took a step forward, his leather creaking "Buffy, bringing Dawn on this mission – you think that's such a good idea?"

Buffy looked up from where she had been primping her dress "Dawn's an adult now. She can handle this"

"Told ya" Dawn chimed in.

"Well, if you say so"

"Angel, aren't you going to introduce us?" It was Nina who spoke.

Spike looked from her and then back to Buffy and his smirk was back in place. He leaned against the wall ready to see the Great Poofter's next move. Should be interesting.

Angel paused "Right. Buffy this is Nina, Nina this is Buffy"

Nina crossed the floor and held out her hand "Nice to meet you, I've heard…not much about you actually"

"Hi," Buffy took her hand, shook it and smiled "I've heard absolutely nothing about you"

"Right. He's a pretty cryptic guy" Nina remarked, motioning to Angel.

"Yeah, understatement of the year"

They both laughed. Spike watched them from his vantage point. Angel had a thing for blondes, he just realised.

Angel cleared his throat "Uh, Buffy…Nina is…she's…"

Spike watched, eager for the big reveal.

"…she's a werewolf!" He finished.

Spike chuckled. Coward.

Nina looked at Angel, a slight scowl on her face before she turned back to Buffy with a smile "Yeah. You're not gonna slay me are you?"

"Nah, in fact I have a friend who's a werewolf"

"Really?"

"Yeah. He's a good guy"

Spike took a step forward "I really hate to interrupt the girly chat and all, but shouldn't we be making a move?"

"Yeah, we really should. Everyone ready?" Angel asked.

Lorne held his hands up "Wait! I haven't given you fellas the finishing touches yet"

Spike and Angel looked at one another.

Ten minutes later they stood in the elevator. Buffy, Dawn and Nina stood behind them in a row. Spike was now kitted out with a shiny gold coat that reached his knees and he held a cane in one hand, with a polished vipers head as the handle.

Angel had a big, puffy white fur coat on, and a purple hat on his head with a feather sticking out of it. His finishing touch was a fat cigar in his mouth.

The girls stood behind them trying not to snigger.

Spike reached over the press the button down.

His leather trousers squeaked.

The girls burst out into rapturous laughter.

Angel and Spike were shamed.

A/N: It's good to review. Cleanses the soul.