A drabble of exactly 100 words, written for the Live
Journal Community 'Open on Sunday challenge.
Word Prompt: Writing.
Setting: AtS Season 5. Sometime after Hellbound.
Over My Dead Body
"Over my dead body."
"You're already dead!"
Spike growls and looks again at the invitation.
"Don't have a tux."
"We'll hire one."
"There's people there I've never heard of."
"Since when has that been a problem?"
"And it's ages since I did it." Spike waves the card under Angel's nose. "You put them up to this."
"Only to prove I can listen to Manilow and appreciate good writing. Let's see the invite."
"The Dead Poets' Society invites William the Bloody to read a selection of his own poetry at the Los Angeles' Branch inaugural dinner. Black Tie," he reads aloud.