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The Closest Thing to Home (Part 2)
By
Jessica Boland: jgirl519(at)hotmail.com
Jyll: VANMUS(at)aol.com

Disclaimer: The Evil One owns them. We don't. Yup, The Evil One (aka Joss) and his allies own the characters. Williamsburg, Virginia owns itself.

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Chapter 1

Buffy sipped her coke slowly, taking in her surroundings. They were at a small pub in Williamsburg having dinner. As if she could eat anything after what had happened.

They had arrived at their hotel and checked in, Giles going in one room, Buffy and Angel in another. After unpacking (and a quickie for Buffy and Angel), Giles and the happy couple met down in the lobby and decided to go out for dinner.

The moment they had entered the pub, trouble arose.

A man, an ugly one at that (he resembled a fish) grabbed Buffy’s ass. Angel had started to sit down in the booth, but he saw.

Angel jumped up and slammed the man against the wall. Nobody messed with his girl and lived to tell about it.

A woman, dressed in a leather bustier and velvet pants, (she was obviously a hooker) jumped up too and helped Giles pull Angel off of the man.

“Riley!” she shrieked. “Behave! You’re gay, remember? Fags don’t hit on women!”

The fish-boy, Riley, snarled. “Shut-up Kate! Go blow the bartender!”

Kate, who was a ho, sighed. “Did that last nigh-“. Kate was interrupted by a bouncer who came in and threw her out the door, along with fish-boy, who fell face first in the mud. “Assholes!” he muttered under his breath, “Always ‘givin STD’s to the customers”. The bouncer walked off, murmuring something about whores and fish.

“Are you alright?” asked Angel, very concerned for the well-being of Buffy. She smiled. “I’m perfectly fine.”

Angel frowned and sat down and took a bite of his spahgetti. Giles sighed and sat down as well. Buffy rolled her eyes and took a water bottle out of her purse. She squirted a bit of the liquid into her drink and put the bottle back inside her purse.

“Cola too strong?” asked Angel. Buffy shook her head and handed him the water bottle. Angel opened it and sniffed it. “Buffy! This is vodka!” he exclaimed, shocked that his seemingly innocent girlfriend appeared to be an alcoholic.

As if she was reading his mind, Buffy giggled and took the bottle back. “Relax, baby. It’s just for shits and giggles, nothing more.”

Angel frowned, but was secretly pleased. At least he didn't have to worry about corrupting her. With that in mind, Angel slid his hand up her leg. Buffy gave him the "I-want-you-now-so-let's-go-find-a-broom-closet" look.

"Back in a second Giles. We left the car unlocked," said Angel as they stood up and walked toward the restrooms.

"We took a taxi," said Giles, although now it was to himself. They were nowhere to be seen and wouldn't be, Giles guessed, for another 15 minutes. Rupert Giles closed his eyes and leaned into the back of the booth. What a visit this was turning out to be.

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