The next morning Buffy was surprised when walking out onto the street a white van pulled up and two guys jumped out and put a rag over her mouth.
"Good you're up," Darla smiled from her chair where her feet were soaking in a tub and a manicurist was painting her nails. "We were afraid that they overdosed you."
"This shade of red is delicious," Dru glided across the floor carrying a bottle of nail polish over. Buffy noticed it was the same color red as Dru's own French manicure.
"What's going on?" Buffy asked sluggishly.
"They must have really knocked you out," Darla frowned sympathetically. "I'll talk to my father about the way the Order of Aurelius handles visitors in the future."
Dru shrugged as if it was obvious, "We're here to make you pretty for William."
"William?" Buffy shook her head still trying to understand.
"She means Spike," Darla explained. "He called us this morning and asked us to take you out for a spa day."
"So you hired thugs to kidnap me to paint my nails?" Buffy was starting to feel less fuzzy even though the conversation was still not making any sense. "And you were told to do this by the same person who gave me a red card and I round-housed to the face yesterday?"
"That was the funniest thing I have seen in years," Darla laughed. "I haven't seen anyone get to Spike like that since Cordy. My advice is to just enjoy a day of pampering and after the spa we can go shopping for clothes that don't look like a school uniform."
"It is a school uniform," Buffy huffed looking down at her white blouse and pleated skirt. "Our school uniform. The one I have never seen any of you wear."
"Exactly," Darla yawned as if that proved her point. "If you are going to hang out with V4 you can't be seen in a school uniform."
"And why would I hang out with V4?" Buffy asked.
"Well you'll have to if you're William's new girlfriend," Dru pouted as if she still wanted the job.