A/N: Thank you Imzadi and Angels9thFanstasy for reviewing. Okay, I mentioned the bringing in of Angel characters in the last chapter, but I forgot to mention that this is slight AU Angel. Meaning Fred isn't really crazy like she was when she left Pylea and also, Lindsey never left. Okay, now that that's out of the way, on with the story:

The Magic Box was filled with the usual Scooby crowd, including Spike. They sat around the round table waiting for the person who called the meeting to arrive. Soon enough, she did. "Hello, Buffy," Giles greeted as she walked in.

"Hi Giles, hi guys. Thanks for coming." she replied.

"So what's the deal with the meeting Buff, is there a problem?" Xander asked.

Buffy took a deep breath. "Oh, yeah. Big time."

"Big nasty demon trying to destroy everything?" Willow guessed.

"Worse."

"Your money's been messed with?" Anya guessed.

"Worse."

"You finally realized you're a bitch?" Spike guessed.

"Shut up!"

"Buffy, what is it?" Giles asked.

"It's about my mom. Well, her gallery. See, she had been planning this art show, and now, supposedly, I have to put it on." Buffy explained.

"Put it on as is...paint?" Xander said, amused.

"No, not paint. I have to show off the paintings and like arrange for food and whatever else happens at these things. And worse of all, it's for a celebrity!"

"Which one?" Tara asked.

"Joanna Montgumery. Apparently, she paints now."

"Oh, she's good. Dawnie must be trilled," Willow stated.

"She was. And then I told her, Vince Chase is coming and she passed out."

"Who is Vince Chase?" Giles questioned. The whole room stared at him in shock and slight offence.

"Only one of the coolest actors there are!" Xander answered.

"And totally hot," Anya added.

"How have you not seen any of his movies?" the entire group asked the watcher.

Buffy shook her head, "that's not an issue right now. Right now, you guys have to help me. I have until tomorrow to get together an art show. Please, please, please, help."

"Fine," the entire group agreed.

"Okay, Tara, Giles, you two can arrange all the paintings and sculptures. Spike, I want you to go to Willies and see how much booze you can get out of him, especially wine and champaign. Xander, Willow and Anya, I'm guessing food should be involved, so we're gonna be cooking."

"Cooking? As is making food? I don't know, I mean I was making some Kraft Mac n' Cheese the other day...well...it didn't end well." Xander said.

"The apartment still kind of smells," Anya added.

"Fine, then, Xander you can buy soda and punch and pour them into bowls. Can you handle that?" Buffy asked.

Xander stood up, "yes, master, I'll do my best not to fail you," he joked.

"Idiot," Spike snorted.

Meanwhile In Vince's Home:

"Are you sure we have to go to this thing?" Turtle once again whined.

"How many fucking times are you gonna say that?" Eric countered. "Yes, alright we're going. It's one night, a few hours, deal with it."

"Maybe I could hook up with Joanna," he then mused. His three friends laughed, "it could happen!" The continued laughing.

"I just hope we're not stuck in a room full of stiffs," Vince stated.

His brother Johnny shook his head, "well, the girl who's putting this thing on is like twenty, so I don't think it should be to bad." Everyone stared at him. "What?"

"How the fuck do you know that?" Vince was the one who asked, what the three were thinking.

"I have sources."

"Like who?"

"The new paper."

"Twenty huh?" Vince said changing the topic, "maybe I'll get laid after all."

"She's twenty, Vince, aren't you about eight years too old for her?" Eric questioned.

"Twenty, E, not twelve. She's over eighteen, so I'm not at all too fucking old," Vince replied.

The Hyperion Hotel:

Everyone at Angel Investigations was hanging around the lobby, reading, and chatting with each other. Cordelia, however, was on the phone. "Yeah?...Really?...Sure...Yeah, we'll be there...don't worry, I've been there once or twice, I remember where...Okay cool, bye." She hung up. "That was Willow," she announced.

"Something wrong?" Angel questioned, concerned.

"Only that your ex has no knowledge of art...or party planning, but other then that, everything is peachy," she replied. "Buffy has to host some art show, that Joyce was supposed too. And she's nervous, she wants us there, so I said we'd go."

"Okay," he said.

Gunn moan, "All of us are going?" he questioned.

"Yes," both Angel and Cordelia replied.

"But its...art."

"I think it could be fun," Fred said.

"Well, I have no qualms about going," Wesley stated.

"Imagine my shock," Gunn muttered.

"Tough," everyone said.

"Fine, I'll go, but you all better come with me to the Mahta Hari concert, the next time they do a show!" He demanded. They all agreed.

Over at Wolfram and Hart:

Lindsey McDonald was working on a case, when his co-worker and enemy Lilah Morgan entered his office. "You heard the bad news?" she asked.

"Since I have no idea what you're talking about, I'll say no," he answered.

She snorted, "well that means I get to wreck your day. It seems we're spending tomorrow night together."

Lindsey raised an eyebrow, "Lilah, how many times to I have to tell you, you're not my type," he said loud enough for some para legals in the hall to hear and stare at her. She slammed his office door, so they couldn't hear anymore.

"You're an asshole," she stated angrily.

"Seem's like someone can dish it out but can't take it. Anyway, why are we spending tomorrow together?"

"Apparently, there's this big art how tomorrow night, that a lot of people with even more money are going to. We're supposed to rep. the firm."

Lindsey sighed, "can't that Gavin guy go with you?"

"Nope, it has to be you," she said before leaving.

"There is no way tomorrow could get worse," Lindsey said to himself.

TBC

A/N: Up next: People arrive in Sunnydale. But until that chapter is posted, you all can review with thoughts/comments/suggestions/venomous death threats (lol)