Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Buffy or any characters, and some lines are taken from the movie Grease.
Author’s Note: Um, nothing really to say. More time to get chapters out since I sprained my knee the yesterday. Which is also why no chapter was out then. Ha, I’m just a walking ball of disaster. Oh well, enough about my life. Now back to the show…
Grease
Chapter 10
“So what will it be, handsome?” The gorgeous looking waitress asked Spike as she walked up to him. She was small, with brown hair and brown eyes. She totally ignored Buffy as she asked that question. Her waitress uniform left little thought, and it left her clevage hanging out. She was all over Spike.
“Well, Kennedy.” Spike began, reading her name off of her nametag. “I will have-,” Spike tried to order before he was interrupted.
“We’re on a date here.” Buffy’s jealous voice broke the two out of their semi-trance. “And I’ll just have a coke.”
“Yeah, you heard the little lady.” Spike smirked, eyes gleaming. “I’ll have a coke, flowering onion, and some spicy chicken wings.”
“Oh that sounds good, make it a family size, I’m sharing with him.” Buffy added in a hostile tone with a death glare. It was enough to send Kennedy off in a huff. “What was that about?” She asked Spike.
“Nothing luv, I was just ordering.”
“So her breasts help you order?”
“Jealous are you?”
“Argh, no.” Buffy finally gave in with a sigh. “Let’s forget it.”
“Don’t worry pet, I only have eyes for you.” Spike assured her. “And are you sure you want this kind of food?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Buffy asked, eyeing his uncertain look.
“Cause that tiny little body of yours can eat all this food?”
“You know, you look funny.” Was all that came out of Buffy’s flustered brain.
~ ~ ~ ~
“Hey there, how ya doing Zuk?” Angel asked, sneaking up behind him and scaring the shit out of him.
Buffy just giggled, and she noticed Cordelia come up behind Angel and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey Cordy, how have you been?”
“Peachy keen, jelly bean.” Cordelia responded, obviously annoyed to have to talk to these two.
“Cordy you have a couple of dollars? We can split some fries.” Angel asked as he pulled a large table to join the smaller table for two where Spike and Buffy were sat.
“My feed Angel days are over.” Cordelia muttered.
“Then I guess you plan on stayin’ home a lot.” Angel backfired.
“And watch you brood? You’re out of your mind.” Cordelia bit back before they met for a brief, yet sloppy kiss.
“Greetings pals and gals!” Xander said, coming up to the table with Gunn, Oz, Tara, Willow, and Anya. “I cannot believe I just said that. I feel like I’m stuck in a damn 50’s movie.”
“I got 2 dollars, anyone want to chip in for a pitcher of coke?” Gunn asked.
“I don’t know where all my money goes. I love my money. I give you a dollar here, and two there, with promise of interest, and you never give it back! I love my money!” Anya whined.
“Well pretty soon Willow here will be able to take us all out, won’t you Willow? Dropping out of High School to skip straight to doing research and studying at NASA.” Oz stated.
“That’s right!” Anya beamed happily.
“Well you know, sceintists don’t get paid much to start out with.” Willow muttered.
“Yes, they have to invent something first.” Tara added.
“So, that’s still more than we make. Ante up, I don’t get allownace till Friday.” Xander ordered her.
“You still get allowance?” Gunn asked in shock.
“Only if I’m a good boy.” Xander shot back, immitating a child’s voice.
“Hey waitress!” Oz called out. “A pitcher of coke with four glasses.”
“And a basket of fries!” Angel quickly added.
“Here you are, enjoy.” Kennedy stated, smiling at Willow as she put the trays down. She left quickly and quietly after that, when she noticed Buffy staring at her like she was about to kill her.
Cordelia pulled out her powder case with a mirror and stared at her neck. “I’ve got so many bite marks that people are gonna start thinking I’m a peper.”
“Cheer up. A bite mark from Angel is like….a hallmark card. When you care enough, you send the very best.” Angel defended himself with an added wink. He then took a handful of fries, dipped them in ketchup, and shoved them into his mouth.
“Ew, you’re a pig.” Cordelia exclaimed, clearly grossed out.
“Aw, I love it when you talk dirty.” Angel said with food in his mouth. He reached over to grab her head and pull her mouth to his.
“EW!” She shrieked, moving out of his grasp. “You have french fry hands! Don’t touch me with those!”
Angel set back down and snickered.
~ ~ ~ ~
“Spike.” Buffy’s voice pulled him out of his stupor on watching his best friend and his…girlfriend?!
“Yeah princess?” He turned to look into her eyes.
“My mother wants to invite you over for hot chocolate on Sunday. Will you come?” Buffy asked politely.
“As long as you have those little tiny marshmellows to add to it.” Spike offered.
“Course, there’s no other way to drink it.” Buffy smiled.
Spike then caught the shocked looks of the other people at the table. “Scratch that. I don’t really like hot chocolate.”
“You don’t have to drink it, just come over.” Buffy’s voice rose with every word.
“I don’t really like mom’s.” Spike chuckled as well as a few of the others did.
“You would mine.” Buffy pouted, knowing that he was putting on a show and hating every second of it.
~ ~ ~ ~
“Want some?” Xander offered to Anya a handful of french fries.
“Yes please. Mmm.” Anya sighed happily, enjoying the taste and the sexy, well muscled man feeding her.
“You sure are a cheap date.” Xander told her. “Well, I didn’t mean it the way it came out, sorry.”
“It’s okay. I just love my money and don’t like to spend it on pointless things. I understand.” Anya responded.
“I always thought that. I thought you were an understanding person.” Xander said, swallowing the fries remaining in his mouth.
“I am.” Anya beamed with pride that someone noticed her for once.
“I also think there’s more to you than just your outrageous sex talk and your money.” Xander attempted to complient her.
“Thanks.” Anya thanked him.
“Your welcome. Do you have a date for the dance-off?” Xander asked, subconciously tensing for fear of her objection.
“Not yet.” Anya answered.
“Wanna go with me?” He proposed.
“Yeah!” She exclaimed happily.
~ ~ ~ ~
“Oh n-no. I’m g-gonna be a se-senior forever. I have to g-go home and study for that dumb a-algebra test to-tom-tomorrow.” Tara stuttered, getting up to head home.
“You’re in luck sexy. You have an arm to escort you home.” Gunn told Tara.
“It’s not your arms I’m worried about Charles. It’s your hands.” Tara sniped.
“She loves me!” Gunn exclaimed as he followed Tara to the exit.
“You coming Willow?” Oz asked, as he got up to leave too.
“No thanks. I think I’ll hang around a bit longer.” Willow answered.
Oz nodded his head in acceptance, then to the rest as goodbye, and left with Tara and Gunn.
“Ugh, this food sucks. And it costs too much money. At least we could go to McDonald’s and use the dollar menu.” Anya whined. “Wanna come with me Xander?”
“Sure.” Xander agreed.
“Hey Xander!” Angel yelled.
Xander turned around to acknowledge the question when Angel told him, “15 minutes!”
Xander regarded that with throwing a french fry at him, and Angel just burst out laughing.
~ ~ ~ ~
“You know, Spike, I’m kind of nervous about the dance-off. Maybe they dance differently here.” Buffy hesitantly stated.
Cordelia and Angel sarcastically laughed at that. “Yeah, because LA is only sluttier.” Angel finally gasped out.
“Come on, lets get out of here luv.” Spike offered, grabbing her hand and pulling her from the table, heading towards the exit.
“See you later Zuk.” Angel said.
“Bye Willow.” Buffy waved.
“Bye Buffy!” Willow responded.
~ ~ ~ ~
“OH GREAT!” Angel roared. “I get stuck with the fucking check again. Give me money.” He demanded of Cordelia.
Cordelia looked at him, the surprise evident in her face and her jaw on the floor.
Angel noticed her facial expressions. “Okay, what is it with you tonight? Yiou have the personality of a wet mop.”
“Don’t start with me.” Cordelia snapped at him.
“Oh, sure, fine,okay, Eureka. How about I finish with you, huh?” Angel stated.
That was Cordelia’s last nerve. “FINISH THIS!” She screamed, grabbing the pitcher of coke and throwing the remains onto him. “To you from me Pinky Lee. Sorry Willow, it was an ugly dress you were wearing anyways.”
With that said, she stormed out, the steam coming from her ears, and her face the color of a cherry.
TBC!
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