"Hey Not Interested, fancy meeting you here," Spike smiled as he walked up to Buffy and Willow.
"Do you know him?" Willow asked Buffy curious about the new man standing in front of them.
"Sorry, we met on the subway this morning. I asked her if I could sit down and she snapped at me. I'm Spike," Spike offered his hand to Willow.
"Willow, sorry she was mad, but today has just totally sucked." Willow shook his hand sympathetically.
"So, I heard" Spike nodded, "but if it makes you feel any better drinks are on me. I own the bar and I've had a bad day or two in my time. As the Monty Python Boys said 'No one expects the Spanish inquisition.'" Spike smiled as he walked to the other side of the bar to talk to the bartender.
"Hey Buffy," Willow teased her friend who was almost unconscious at this point. "I think someone likes you."
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"Angel," Buffy giggled after several glasses of wine. "I think you better take me home. I need to start job hunting tomorrow and if we don't go soon I won't be able to walk under the power of my own two feet."
"Well, I could always carry you." Angel smirked as they paid the check and walked out of the restaurant.
"You wouldn't dare," Buffy giggled in a fresh wave of giggles as he picked her up and carried her back to the apartment.
"Oh wouldn't I?"
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"Thanks for helping," Willow smiled gratefully at Spike, who was holding a passed out Buffy. "I should have stopped her before she'd have trouble getting to the taxi."
"No problem," Spike smiled, "glad to help and tell her I hope everything works out for her."
"I will," Willow smiled at him as he put Buffy into the car and walked back into the bar. "Yep he definitely has a thing for Buffy"