Spin the bottle.
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"Peaches?"
Angel sighed. He hated that nickname, where did he get it from? "Hello Spike, guys, how is everyone?"
There were some murmurings of "good", "ok", "ivfawgiey"
"Guys?" interrupted Buffy. "You're catching flies".
Everyone suddenly snapped out of it and there was an uproar of sound as everyone came over and greeted Angel, except for Xander who was still unconscious.
"What are you doing here Angel?"
"Yeah, why aren't you in LA?"
"Is something happening, is everyone ok?"
"I, erm, I mean, erm guys? WILL YOU BE QUIET?!"
Crickets chirping
"Thank you! As I was trying to say, the powers that be told me I had to come here."
"Why?" intervened Willow. "I don't know they wouldn't tell me."
"Oh well that's bloody brilliant! What's the point of sending you here if you don't know what you're supposed to do, right? There could be some big ooglyboogly around …."
"Ooglyboogly?" "I definitely need to stop hanging around the little bit." Groans Spike.
Willow grins madly and says "Well now that you're here you can join in the game!"
"Huh? What game?"
"Spin the bottle?"
"Yeah!"
"I'm not joining in some stupid game1"
"Oh yes you are!"
"Oh no I'm not!"
"Oh yes you are!"
"Oh no…"
"What is this? A bloody pantomime?"
"Hey!" "What" "We were having an argument here!" "Oh I'm sorry, please continue!" "Thank you!" "Humph, he doesn't wanna join in a stupid game but he'll recite a pantomime." Mutters Spike. "THIS IS NOT A PANTOMIME!"
Roughly an hour later, after Angel has many more outbursts and nearly knocks Spike unconscious with a frying pan. (Don't ask I don't know)
The gang are all sitting around in a circle on the floor, ready to start the game.
"Hey where's Xander?" They all search for Xander, Buffy finds him unconscious on the floor, behind the couch.
"I found him!"
Everyone comes over as Buffy prods him in the ribs. "Yoo-hoo, Xan-der, wakey wakey!"
Xander groans and his eyes open slowly. "ow, I had the weirdest dream. We were all playing party games and then Angel walks in."
He opens his eyes fully now and sees Angel standing there. His eyes bulge, and he collapses on the floor again.
"Oh for heavens sake!" cries out Anya.
She disappears in the kitchen and comes out with a bucket full of water.
splash!
"Aargh! What was that? Where am I? Oh hi guys. Why am I wet?"
Five minutes later and they're all sitting in a circle again, with some gaps around the puddle that Xander is sitting in.
"I'll start again!" squeals Willow. "This is gonna be great!"
She spins the bottle and it lands on Tara, much to the delight of the guys.
They crawl towards the middle of the floor and kiss.
"Now its Tara's turn" Tara spins the bottle and it lands on Willow. "Huh that's weird." "No it's not! Kiss her, and it has to be tongues this time" Blurts out Xander. He receives a glare from Willow and Tara. "What? You made the rules, and you said if it lands twice in a row on the same pair, then they have to French kiss."
"Oh, yeah" mutters Willow.
They kiss again, with tongues, then snap back to their seats.
Willow spins the bottle and it lands on Tara. "No Way!" cries out Willow. "That's not fair! I wanna make a new rule. If it lands a third time we don't have to do it."
They all have a vote and the rule is set. "Peaches, why'd you vote to have the new rule?" Whines Spike.
"It's a sensible rule."
They get back to the game, with Spike muttering something that sounds an awful lot like 'poof'.
"Err, who's go is it?" asks Willow.
They find some straws. They all pick one. Spike picks the small one.
"All right! My turn."
He grabs the bottle and viciously spins it round. Everyone watches the blur spin round for ages until it finally lands on Peach… Angel.
Angel is glaring at the bottle as if asking it how it dared to choose him. Spike's staring at Angel.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss…" chants Willow. Everyone stars to join in.
They're staring at each other now. 'Oh what the hell' they both think.
They crawl to the centre and kiss. The gang is all cheering them.
They crawl back to their seats. Angel looking slightly embarrassed. Spike just looking dreamily off into space.
Angel reluctantly grabs the bottle and spins it. It lands on Spike.
Angel stares at the bottle. He doesn't believe it. "I think the bottle is cursed" blurts out Anya.
"So what they have to kiss a…" Buffy interrupts Angel's glaring competition. She burst out laughing. "You, guys" She screeches out holding her sides as she shakes with laughter. "Have, to," She tries to say it but s laughing too hard.
"What? Have to what?" asks Angel.
"French kiss!" Buffy wheezes out.
Everyone burst out laughing. "What? We have to what?"
Spike snaps out of his fantasy to see everyone rolling about on the floor and Angel glaring at him.
"This is all your fault!" Angel screams at him. "What did I do?" asks a very confused Spike.
Angel doesn't answer but instead lunges at him. Spike uses him vampire reflexes to jump up at the last moment, causing Angel to hit the floor. "COME BACK HERE!" he screams at Spike who is running away as fast as he can. 'yeah right' thinks spike.
Angel runs after him. They run a full circle round the house. They run weaving through the gang who are all still rolling on the floor, they jump over the sofa. They keep doing this for ages until Buffy can't take anymore and sticks her foot out.
They both crash into a pile on the floor. Angel on top of Spike. He grabs Spike's arms and pins him down. "What are you doing?" screams Spike.
"I believe we never finished the game did we?" Spike doesn't have time to answer as Angel swoops down and kisses him. Hands start roaming and tongues start exploring.
After the never-ending kiss
Angel pulls away from Spike. "What was that for?" asks Spike, once again confused.
"Spur of the moment, couldn't help myself." Spike stares at him for a while, "What happened to everyone else? The game?"
They get up and look around the room. There are empty bottles everywhere. Willow and Tara are kissing in one corner, Buffy and Xander are nowhere to be seen and Anya and Giles are kissing on the sofa.
Angel and Spike look at each other and burst out laughing.
"How long have they been at this?" asks Spike. "I don't know. Probably a while. We were kind of busy." Smirks Angel.
Spike just stares at him astonished. "You know what. I think Anya was right. The bottle WAS cursed. I reckon it was the PTB. I mean they told you to come here, game you no reason. You just happen to walk in when we're about to start the game. The bottle kept landing on the same pairs and…."
"Spike?" "Yeah?" "Shut up."
They kiss.
The End
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AN: Don't ask me, I don't know. I never had a plot I just went with the flow.
What did you think anyway???? Please review. J
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