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Cocktail
Chapter 2
Buffy woke up to the annoying, buzzing sound of her alarm clock the next morning. She opened her heavy eyelids and looked at the bright red letters that read 6:10. ‘Why the hell did I stay out so late at the Bronze, watching Angel work at the bar, when I knew I had to get Dawn up for school, and then go to work?’
Hitting the snooze button, Buffy rolled over for 10 more minutes of sleep.
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“Buffy! Come on, we have to leave in 10 minutes and I want my ride to school!” Buffy’s annoying, bratty kid sister Dawn, who was 15 with long brown hair and blue eyes, yelled to her up the steps.
Buffy groaned, and sat up straight. She stretched, yawned, and rubbed the sleep out of her tired eyes. Taking a quick glance at the clock, Buffy saw the nasty hell-beast red numbers glaring at her. They seemed to shout that it was 6:50. ‘6:50? I must have been more tired than I thought if I didn’t hear the alarm go off again!’
Managing to take a 2 minute shower, put her hair up in a wet bun, do her makeup in a natural look, and dressing in beige dress pants, and a white blouse, Buffy and Dawn were about to head out the door at 6:59; a minute to spare.
“Buffy,” Dawn began.
“What? Dawn let’s go you’re going to be late, and I have to get to work right after you!” Buffy rushed her out the door.
“Fine. Go to work in your ‘Oscar the Grouch’ slippers.” Dawn said, heading to the driveway to get into their SUV.
Buffy looked down and sighed. ‘This is going to be a long day.’
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Luckily, Buffy got Dawn to school on time, but she walked into the Magic Box 5 minutes late. The bell above the door chimed to alert the other occupants that she was there.
“Buffy, Dawn trouble?” The cashier of the Magic Box, and Buffy’s friend, Anya Jenkins asked her. She then noticed the slight bags under Buffy’s eyes. “OH! Did you stay up late having many orgasms?”
Buffy just rolled her eyes. This was typical for Anya, who was the fiancée of Xander Harris, one of Buffy’s childhood best friends.
“Is Giles here?” Buffy asked Anya. Rupert Giles, known as Giles to his close friends and ‘family’, was Buffy’s surrogate father. Buffy has been working at the Magic Box since she was 15 (she’s now 21), as an after school job. When Buffy’s mother Joyce died, Buffy was 18, and Giles took her under his wing, becoming her surrogate father.
“Yes, he’s in the back.” Anya answered.
Heading to the back to clock in and great Giles, Buffy began her long day.
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At 5:00 that evening, Buffy pulled into the driveway of her home. Her day had been long, and pure hell. First, Giles had to leave early for a doctor’s appointment, leaving Buffy with a mountain of paperwork. Then, she spilled coffee all over her new white blouse. After that, she had an annoying customer who couldn’t decide which flavor of candle he wanted. She gave him the essence of slug, pretty much telling him that he wouldn’t get laid anyway.
Walking in the door Buffy yelled, “Dawn! Hello? I’m home!” Setting her purse down on the counter along with her car keys, she walked into the kitchen to get a cold bottle of Deer Park water out of the refrigerator. On the refrigerator she saw a note from Dawn.
-Buffy,
Went to Janice’s for dinner and to study. Be home by 11.
Love,
Dawn-
“Oh well, someone needs to have a good time.” Buffy muttered, crumpling the note and throwing it in the garbage. Remembering that Angel was supposed to get work off tonight, Buffy’s mood suddenly improved. Deciding that she will call him and start him off with a lovely wake up call, Buffy quickly grabbed the phone and dialed the familiar number. Angel would most likely still be asleep, because he worked nights and slept days.
“Hello?” A very awake voice answered the phone.
“Hey baby.” Buffy responded.
“Buffy! Honey! How are you?” Angel questioned.
“Fine, I just thought I’d give you a call to wake you up, but it seems that you were already awake.” Buffy stated the obvious.
“Yeah, I am. Sorry about that. How was your day?”
“Shitty. But suddenly better.”
“That’s good.” Angel sounded distant.
Buffy of course, didn’t notice. “So Angel, what are we doing tonight?”
“We?”
“Yeah, you know, your whole promise to take the night off to spend with me?”
“Oh, right. Well honey, I meant to, really, I did. But Gunn called me. He’s sick and really needs me to cover for him. If he misses another day, he’ll probably lose his job.” Angel told her. “I’m so sorry honey. But I know for sure that I have tomorrow night off. Maybe you could come over tomorrow around 7?”
Buffy smiled. “I’ll be there.”
“Well look at the bright side, you can spend the sister bonding time with Dawn tonight, like you’re always saying toy want to do!”
Her smile then turned into a frown. “She’s staying at Janice’s tonight until late.”
“Oh I’m sorry. Well are you going to be okay alone?”
“Yeah. I’m a big girl Angel, I’ll be fine. Ben and Jerry’s, a good book, and the couch are all I need.”
“Okay sweetie, I’ll talk to you later. I love you.” The last part again seemed to be forced from Angel’s mouth, but Buffy didn’t notice.
“You too, bye.”
Buffy hung up the phone feeling rather disappointed. A smile then lit up her face when she realized that she could surprise him, hitting the Bronze to cheer him up, since she was sure he was disappointed that he couldn’t spend time with him. ‘And maybe a certain peroxide blonde will be there too.’ Whoa, where did that thought come from?
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Around 9:00, Buffy walked into the doors of the Bronze, letting a wave of smoke and alcohol fill her nostrils. She was wearing a black backless tank top, and red leather pants. She had on knee high black boots, big hoop earrings, and her hair was straightened, and falling over her shoulders. To complete the ensemble, her makeup was done light, except for the amount of red gloss, making her lips al the more full and kissable.
She was a woman on a mission. Gently turning down a man or two who asked her to dance, Buffy walked towards the bar. Getting there, she sat on a barstool.
“Excuse me,” she asked the African American bartender behind the counter.
“Yes what can I get you?” The man said, walking over to Buffy from wiping dry the beer mugs.
“Oh just a coke please.” Buffy ordered.
“Just a coke? A lovely lady like you doesn’t drink?” The bartender asked.
“Nope, Buffy and beer are non-mixy things.” She told him, thanking him as he put her coke in front of her.
“Oh! So you’re the famous Buffy! Angel’s girl?” The bartender asked.
“That’s me. Don’t know many other Buffy’s I take it.” She smiled.
He laughed. “Can’t say I do. I’m one of his friends by the way. My name’s Charles Gunn, but everybody just calls me Gunn.”
She smiled and politely shook his hand as he reached it across the counter to her. Her smile soon faded. “Wait, Gunn. I have heard about you. Are you sick?”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry that came out wrong. I mean, are you feeling well right now?” She asked.
“You’re one peculiar lady, but yes, I’m feeling fine. Why do you ask?” He questioned.
“Oh uh…,” Not being able to think of a good reason, Buffy went to her next question. “Is Angel here?”
“No it’s his night off. Just me and Spike working the bar tonight. Funny, I thought he’d be spending his night off with you.” Gunn told her.
“Yeah so did I.” She murmured.
Suddenly not feeling like being in the Bronze, Buffy hoped off the barstool. Pulling out her purse, she plastered a fake smile on her face, and looked up at Gunn. “Well, I suddenly don’t feel very well, so I think I’m going to head home. How much do I owe you for the coke?”
“It’s on the house.” Gunn surprised her.
“Thank you. It was very nice to meet you.” She honestly told him.
“You too. I hope to see you around here some more.” He gave her a tiny wave, and turned to help the next customer.
Buffy spun away from the bar and begin heading towards the exit, thinking over and over in her head ‘Don’t let the tears fall. Don’t let the tears fall. I’m sure he has a perfectly good reason for lying to you.’
Her chanting didn’t work, and the tears being streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t want everyone to see her cry, so she ran the rest of the way out of the Bronze.
Spike looked up when he saw a flash of honey golden hair at the bar, hoping with all his might it was the amazing woman he met just the night before. Happy that it was he smiled, and untangled himself from the arms of the nameless blonde girl he was dancing with. His smiled soon became a frown and worry line etched his featured when he caught a glimpse of Buffy’s tear stained face, and saw her run out of the Bronze.
Quickly, Spike caught Gunn’s attention and gestured towards Buffy. Gunn had seen her run off and just nodded, wondering what happened to the happy girl he just saw, hoping whatever it was, that he wasn’t the cause of it. Spike then took off running after Buffy.
TBC!!
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