Darla had decided to stop by Dru's dance practice. Dru was performing the lead in Swan Lake in a month and Darla had been enjoying her best friend's excitement.
"She got the lead just because of her mother," an aggressive swan sneered at Dru onstage.
Darla watched Dru perform three perfect pirouettes in a row. "Yeah she's really phoning it in," she responded sarcastically to the swan and leaned in close. "If I ever hear you bad-mouthing my friend again, I will do more than red card you. I will destroy you."
Darla played the piano a little. She knew she was the least talented of her friends. Dru was an amazing ballerina, Angel's paintings would be hanging besides his father's someday, and Spike was a rock star whenever he felt like singing. She just played the piano a little.
Spike sat in the shadowy back corner listening to Darla play. She would never admit that she could go to Julliard if she wanted to, but he loved listening to her play. Someday he wished he had something of hers to put in his first album. That would shut his mother up.
Buffy sat in the cafeteria laughing at something Willow was saying when Spike walked over and grabbed her lunch right off the table. "What the…," Buffy stood up.
Spike shrugged, "You're sitting with me."
"The hell I am," Buffy glared at him. "First of all I was having lunch with my best friend. Second if I wanted to have lunch with you. Well I will never want to have lunch with you, but you might try actually asking me to join you instead of ordering me around."
"Please come have lunch with me," Spike whispered looking crestfallen
"I'm eating with Willow."
"Fine," Spike grabbed her apple. "Then I'm taking this."
"Give me my apple," Buffy laughed as she started wrestling the apple from him. "You are such an idiot."
"I'm glad someone else reminds him of that fact," Angel smiled walking into the cafeteria. "He seems to forget it much too often."
"Angel," Buffy gasped.
"Bloody Hell," Spike sighed.