6:30 pm. Dawn had just finished blow drying her hair and was now in the process of putting in blue hair extensions. Her manager at the night club told her she should always be wearing something with blue in it. The night club is, after all, called The Blue Room. Standing in her bathroom in just her bra and panties, she proceeded to add a heavy amount of blue eye liner. After that, she had her back to the mirror. She looked to see how much of her tattoo her hair could cover, just for kicks. When Dawn was still sleeping with guys, one of her flings convinced her to get a tattoo after getting fairly toasted. On the top center of Dawn's back, there was a black and purple outline of a naked fairy with flowing purple hair holding a cross to her chest. At first, Dawn wanted to kill herself for getting it, but now she kind of liked it. It made her feel like she was badass or something. Plus, it really fit with the image she was portraying. "I'm sexy, but I'll kill you if you think about touching me," Dawn thought to herself, giggling. Dawn applied a dark red lip gloss and walked to her closet. She was in tough, yet slutty mood, so she picked out a really low cut lacey black tank top and then a pair of her flared hip huggers. She put on her black boots, grabbed her jacket and purse, and left her apartment. She usually walked to The Blue Room, but she still had a weird feeling like maybe something was off. So she took a cab. $22 later, she was there.

There was a huge line waiting outside. Bigger then usual. Dawn always felt so cool walking past the people and going into the club. Like maybe she always had her name on the waiting list. The bulky security guard saw Dawn and waved to her, unclipping the red rope.

"Sup, Dawn?" The security guard had an extremely deep voice and somewhat resembled Ving Rhames.

"How are ya, Bobby?"

"Waiting for you to give me your number." Dawn laughed.

"Maybe next time." Dawn knew for certain that Bobby was kidding, you know, considering the fact he was gay. The line of people groaned and complained at Dawn's quick entrance. Bobby told them all to shut up or else he wasn't letting anyone else in. Normally, employees entered through the back doors, but lately, people who used the back door had either been attacked or never seen again. The club blamed it on gangs, but Dawn knew they weren't gangs. But she didn't care enough to try and stop it.

Dawn entered the bar and everyone called out her name. Most of them were regulars…and drunk already. Nicky, the other bartender, just nodded towards her. Dawn got right to it and began serving drinks and what not. Although it was tiring sometimes, Dawn liked her night job. She always had interesting conversations with strangers and she got great tips. Tonight, though, the only thing anyone wanted to talk about was how much they wanted their girlfriend back or how hot Dawn looked. Plus, she only had $20 worth of tips. Usually, by this time, she had about $100. Tonight was just not the night for Dawn.

11:30. No one had been ordering for a while, so Dawn decided to have a seat on the stool behind the bar for a cigarette. Nicky had gone off to the bathroom. She looked over to a group of kids no older then 19. She had no idea how Bobby could have let them in. There was 6 of them. 5 of the kids were sitting at the table and the other kid was dancing around the table, trying to convince the others to go out on the floor with him. He reminded Dawn too much of Xander. At the table, there were two girls whispering to each other. One was blonde, the other a red head. They must have been the Buffy and Willow of the group. Dawn never realized how much she missed the scoobies until now. She was sitting at the end of the bar, zoning off, when a man from the opposite side started yelling a drink order at her. The voice had a british accent and sounded very familiar.

"Hey, luv. Get me a black Russian, extra vodka and 3 ice cubes!" Dawn's eyes grew wide. No way. It can't be… She turned her head slowly to see the man yelling at her. Surely enough, it was Spike. He had his head turned, a lit cigarette in mouth, not looking to see who his bartender was. Dawn stood up and slowly walked towards him. She stood in front of him for a minute without Spike even looking at her. Finally, Spike said,

"Bollocks! How long does it take to—" Spike turned his head to see the somewhat recognizable woman staring at him. The cigarette fell out of Spike's mouth. Neither of them said anything for a while. Finally, a young woman said to her,

"Excuse me? What do I have to do to get an apple martini around here?" Dawn backed away from Spike and asked the girl if she wanted anything else. While Dawn was helping the girl, Spike was having a hard time believing this was Little Bit. She was skinny, but was still filled out in the right places. She had a gorgeous tattoo on her back, which Spike was mostly in shock about. He couldn't believe that little Summers was working behind the bar and smoking, of all things. After Dawn was finished, she walked back up to Spike, his mouth wide open. Dawn didn't know what to say. She heard about him being in LA with Angel and everything, but she just never really believed he was alive. Finally, the only thing Dawn could think of was,

"So…what's up with you?" Spike scoffed.

"I haven't bleedin seen you in 8 years and all you say is 'what's up?'" Dawn crossed her arms.

"What would you like me to say then, Spike?" Spiiikke. Wow. I don't think I've said that name out loud in a long time. Spike didn't say anything. He grabbed Dawn's hand and pulled it close to him. Spike stood up and leaned in towards her.

"I missed you, pet. I've missed you all the bleedin time. So has everyone else. I just thought maybe you…maybe there would be more then a 'what's up?'" Spike held her hand tighter. The two just stared at each other. When Nicky finally came back from the bathroom, what he saw seemed like trouble.

"Yo, Dawn! This guy bothering you?" Spike let her hand go. Dawn looked over at Nicky.

"No…no, he's just an old friend is all." Dawn looked back at Spike. He was smiling at her.

"What time do you get off work tonight, pet?" Dawn stared at him blankly.

"3."

"Can I meet up with you then?" Dawn didn't say anything for a few moments.

"Yeah. Out front."

"Alright then. I'll see you then." Spike grabbed her hand again and kissed it before he walked out the door. Dawn couldn't believe what just happened. She couldn't move from her spot on the floor. Nicky looked over to her and said,

"Who was that guy? An old boyfriend or somethin?"

"Uhhh, it's kind of more complicated then that." That weird feeling Dawn was having had spread from the pit of her stomach to all over her body. She felt light headed and now she had butterflies. If I really hated Spike, would I be having these feelings?