Title: Drunk Spike
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Spike's drunk.
Warnings/Spoilers: Post NFA
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Thursday night was poker night. When he got to Scotland and found out that the Council had their very own bar Spike started up the poker game. Different watchers and legal age slayers would randomly join each week. That was two years ago and the weekly poker nights were as popular as ever.
Spike had a ritual. When he was doing well he would drink. When he was doing bad he would drink even more. Tonight he was doing badly. A new slayer was a hustler, she had to be because she was winning almost every single hand. She wouldn't have an invitation back. Stealing money like that from people who helped her, what kind of person was she?
Eventually Spike abandoned the game and was now doing shots at the bar. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a vampire he would probably have alcohol poisoning.
"I've called you a ride," Cameron said as he took the shot glass away from Spike. "How much did she take you for?"
"Enough for Xan to be mad at me. Selfish bitch. Just wait until our next training session." Spike went to confront Becky. Even as drunk as he was he could take her... maybe. A hand came from nowhere and was now on his chest. Spike blinked blurry eyes. "What do you want?"
Xander tried to not look annoyed. It was after one in the morning when Cameron phoned asking to go come get Spike. "I'm taking you home." He wrapped his arm around Spike's waist ready to carry most of his weight. He was surprised when Spike pushed him away.
Spike pointed a menacing finger at Xander. "I don't know who you think you bloody are but I have a boyfriend! And you are no where near as hot as he is!"
Blinking multiple times Xander had no idea how he felt about what Spike just said. "Spike..."
Spike leaned in close trying to figure out who the hell was standing in front of him. Did they have a new watcher he didn't know about? "How do you know my name? Are you a stalker? Do I have a stalker?"
"It's Xander."
Spike stumbled away. "How do you know Xander? What did you do to him? Give me back my Xanpet!"
"What?" Xander asked. He never seen Spike so drunk that he couldn't recognize his own boyfriend. "No, I'm Xander."
Spike stagger over to Cameron grabbing on to him sobbing. "Cam, he took my Xanpet! Tell him to give him back to me." His legs gave out leaving Cameron to try to keep him from crumbling to the floor. "I want my Xanpet," he wailed.
Cameron looked at Xander. He'd never seen Spike like this. "You are absolutely plastered. That is Xander."
"Where?" Spike asked with a sniffle. He turned around and saw a confused Xander waving at him. "Xan? You're here? That bad man gave you back!" He rushed at Xander tripping over his own feet. Luckily Xander caught him.
"Yeah, babe. The bad man gave me back."
Spike buried his face into Xander's neck. It really was him. He could smell the Irish Spring body wash. "I want to go home."
"Let's go home than." This time Spike let Xander put his arm around his waist.
As they walked out Spike looked up at Xander and said, "Xan, when did you get here?"
They were going to have to talk about Spike's alcohol intake.
The End
