I'm nervous. Yeah, I've been to the Slayer's house before. I've even
slept
in her basement a few times after we finished patroling late. Then why
am I
so bloody nervous? I guess it's because I've never gone to her house
for
a... well, actually I've never been to a slumber party before. Not in
my
whole 200-odd-years of living.
Buffy had invited the whole gang: Willow and Oz, Xander and that no
good
demon Anya. Then there's Buffy and me. We're all quite the pairings.
I'm wondering how again she coxed me into coming. It must have been her
pouty face. She can, get me to do anything with one flash of her pout.
I
hate it. I hate that I love it so much. And I called *Angel* a
wanker...
Ok, here I am, at the door with boquet in hand. Prim-roses. I hope
they're
sutible for a slumber party...
Buffy came and answered the door after I knocked. "Hey Spike. Flowers?
You
didn't have to bring those. You normally don't bring flowers for a
slumber
party. Haven't you ever *been* to one before?"
"Well, no... but my mum always told me, 'never show up at a lady's door
without something to hand her'. Never really used that piece of advice
til
now, but I thought it might work in this occasion."
"Well, thank you Spike. Come in, you know everyone, just go to the
living
room while I find a vase." Buffy said waving me into the room where
everyone
else was already.
No this isn't akward at all. I just have to remember it's for Buffy.
"What's with the game face, Spike?" Xander asked, half scared, half
oversure.
"I had my wrinklies on?" I asked with quite a lot of suprise in my
voice.
And I wanted this to start out as a regular evening. Damn emotions...
"Yeah, Spike, you did. What, are you nervous or something?" Leave it to
Red
to ask the one question I didn't want to answer.
"Uhh, not really. A little about the hoops you girls are gonna make me
jump
through."
"Aren't we all," Xander added, and got an immedate slap from Anya.
"Xander..." she growled threateningly.
Buffy walked back in "Everyone ready for pizza? Spike I got you some
'juice.'" I love that. She still can't call it blood. We've been 'going
out'
for months and she still calls it 'juice.' She has one up on me though.
She
can say 'dating.'
"Thanks, luv."
*** (a few hours later) ***
"Now for a game." Buffy said with a smirk on her face. "How about truth
or
dare?"
The girls giggled in excitement, while Oz leaned over toward me and
whispered, "Try *never* to get caught playing truth or dare. It's
hell's
game... or for you, maybe heaven's game? Well, what ever it is, try not
to
play, *ever*."
"A little to late for that, Oz," Xander stated with an edge of fear in
his
voice.
"Ok, that's what were playing. Spike do you need me to explain the
rules?"
While she was telling me the rules, I could tell she was thinking "How
in
the name of God - any God - was he going to get through the next hour
without making a total ass out of himself?" The only sane answer I
could
come up with was I *was* gonna look like bloody ass when she was done
with
the evening.
"Ok, who want's to start?" Willow asked while cuddling against Oz as
his
face grew paler.
"I think I will" Buffy coyly said, "and who will I choose? How bout it
Spike? Truth or Dare?"
"Dare." At least I still have my courage.
"Ok..." she paused and gathered the girls around her. They whispered in
huddled secrecy, while I rolled my eyes for the benifit of Oz and
Xander.
"Sing me a ballad."
*WHAT?!* "a *what*?!" can you imagine me, singing a *ballad*?
Wait. There was an escape clause. "But, Buffy, I don't know any
ballads..."
"You must know *one*. Think of songs that describe me."
"No, Slayer. The songs that describe you have too many naughty words to
be
called 'ballads.'"
"Spike, do you *want* me to tell the *entire* vampire population about
tonight?"
"Ok, fine I'll do it. But if anyone of you tells another someone, soul
or no
soul, human or other, I will rip your intestines out and choke you with
them." That out to keep them quiet. "All I have to do is sing, right?"
"You have to sing it *to* me, Spike. Just singing won't cut it."
"But no dancing, right?"
"No, Spike, no dancing."
"Fine then." And then I sang. The first think that popped into my head.
"My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you."
My voice started out warbly, but it settled once I locked eyes with her
and
relaxed into the key.
"Are the stars out tonight?
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
I only have eyes for you, Dear."
Those shining eyes that are tearing up. I go over to her and cup her
face
with my hands.
"The moon maybe high,
but I can't see a thing in the sky,
'Cause I only have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden,
or on a crowded avenue.
You are here. So am I.
Maybe millions of people go by,
but they all disappear from view.
And I only have eyes for you."
"Spike, that was beautiful. I couldn't have asked for more."
There was a long silence where everyone was looking at me and Buffy
making
googy-eyes at eachother.
Then Xander, with the same tact I always admired Cordelia for, said "We
all
know they wanna switch games to seven-minutes-in-heaven."
"Xander!" we all chorus. Just ruin the once-in-many-life-times mood I
set.
I guess I'll have to learn more ballads.
