Two Morose Blondes, All Alone
Chapter 2- Two Morose Blondes, All Alone
“Can you believe the nerve of her?” Spike asked as looked into his mug of hot chocolate. “Our love was eternal.” He sipped from the cup in his hand and sighed. “Literally.”
“Well, she sounds very unreasonable,” Joyce replied, finishing her drink and leaning against the counter. “So you left Drusilla and returned here?”
“Didn’t really have anywhere else to go,” he said quietly. “Could have gone to London, but it didn’t sound all too appealing.” He drank more from the mug and looked down. “At least Angel’s here- I can make fun of the ponce and get my rocks back.” At Joyce’s raised eyebrow, he continued, “I’ll be in a much better mood after putting him down for a while.”
“You two aren’t exactly close, are you?” she asked, opening a chocolate bar, and he shook his head vehemently. “And you worked against him when he was Angelus, which surprised me. I would have thought you’d enjoy his presence more. You know, the whole evil thing.”
“Can’t like a guy who never understood me,” he said, shrugging. “And the fact he was shagging Dru when I was stuck in that bloody wheelchair didn’t exactly make me fonder of him.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, eating a chunk of chocolate, and he nodded, finishing his drink. “Maybe you should find yourself a nice, respectable woman to date.”
“She’d probably end up leaving me for a Chaos demon, too,” he mumbled, smiling appreciatively as Joyce refilled his mug. “You’re such a lovely woman, Joyce. You don’t seem to judge me even a fraction as much as your spitfire of a daughter does.” He looked around. “Speaking of which, where’s the Slayer?”
“Out with her friends,” she answered. “I believe they went out dancing.”
“Must be nice,” Spike replied. “Being a normal teenager for a night.” She studied his expression for a moment before her gaze shifted to a nearby clock.
“Well, I need to go meet up with Rupert,” she said, grabbing her purse. He stood up, but she ushered him to sit back down on a stool at the island in the center of the kitchen. “Stay and finish your cocoa while it’s still warm.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, surprised, and she nodded. “Thank you very much.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, going to the back door and opening it. “Have a good night.” He watched her walk out, closing the door behind her.
She got to her black Jeep and grabbed the door-handle, shutting her eyes as a weird sensation ran through her.
‘What was that?’ she thought, looking around for a moment before shrugging. ‘Probably just a chill or something.’ She got in and started the car before backing out of the driveway and driving towards Rupert’s house.
Meanwhile, Spike was muttering something to himself about Drusilla when he felt a chill run through him, similar to the feeling that Joyce had experienced a minute before.
“That was odd,” he said quietly, picking up the mug and a bar of chocolate as he stood up and walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch and making himself comfortable.
* * * * *
“This place is dead tonight,” Buffy said as she looked around the Bronze, Willow standing at her side. “Maybe we should go home.”
“It’s still early,” her friend replied. “Let’s go sit with Oz and Xander. Maybe it will liven up soon.”
“Yeah, might as well,” Buffy said, walking upstairs to the balcony. “Nothing else to do tonight.”
“Except we have a History test tomorrow,” Willow said, and Buffy made a face. “You forgot?”
“Kind of,” she answered, sitting down next to Xander as they reached the table he was sitting at. “Where’s Oz?”
“Getting us sodas,” he answered. “We were too thirsty to wait.”
“Sorry,” Buffy replied. “I went to Willow’s to get ready, which added to our lateness.”
“I’m going downstairs to find Oz,” Willow said. “Want a drink, Buffy?”
“No thanks,” she answered. “I don’t know how long I’m going to stay. I should probably study for that test.”
“The History one?” Xander asked, and she nodded. “You’ll be fine.”
“I skipped most of last week’s classes,” she said, and he smiled. “So I highly doubt I’ll do okay.”
“Just do your best,” Willow said, patting Buffy’s shoulder before she walked away.
“I wonder what the deal is tonight,” Xander said, looking around. “Usually this place is crowded.”
“It’s quiet enough up here to hear a pin drop,” Buffy replied. “Are we missing something? Is it not cool to come here anymore?”
“This is the only moderately fun place in a thirty-mile radius,” he said.
“Maybe everyone’s studying,” she said, sighing. “I wish Willow told me sooner than tonight about it- maybe I could’ve studied a little last night during my worthless patrolling session.”
“Perk up, Buff,” Xander said, smiling. “Wouldn’t you rather get your groove on than look at a textbook?”
“Yes, but I don’t see grooving in my near future,” she replied, smirking. “The DJ is playing classic rock songs, and I don’t typically enjoy those.”
“Well, maybe we can put in a request,” he said as Willow and Oz appeared, sitting down at the table.
“We miss anything?” Willow asked. “Besides you two looking bored?”
“Nope,” Xander answered. “That’s about it.”
“We’re a lively bunch tonight,” Oz said, looking at his friends, who were all sporting blank expressions. “Anyone else want to get out of here?”
“Yeah,” they all said in unison, standing up.
“At least we didn’t have to pay a cover charge or anything tonight,” Xander said. “Every dollar counts when you’re unemployed.”
“You’ll find a job soon,” Willow said, smiling. “And then you can start paying us back for all of the times we’ve loaned you money.”
“When haven’t I paid you back for something?” he asked, and she shrugged. “That’s what I thought.”
They walked downstairs and outside, seeing a couple of cars leave the parking lot.
“Well, I think I’m going to do a quick patrol before I go home,” Buffy said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“You don’t want us to go with you? Or drive you home later?” Willow asked, and Buffy shook her head.
“But thanks for the offer,” she said, turning around and walking away.
“Is it just me, or does she seem unusually melancholy?” Oz asked, and Willow sighed.
“It probably has to do with Angel,” she answered before the three friends got into Oz’s van.
* * * * *
Buffy walked home from one of the local cemeteries, angry that she hadn’t seen any demonic activity.
‘If I had known tonight was going to suck so much, I would’ve stayed home,’ she thought. ‘Didn’t have fun at the Bronze, didn’t stake anything, and now I get to study for a test I don’t have any notes for.’ She sighed. ‘Maybe it would help if I went to class and read the book once in a while.’
She saw a car drive erratically down the road and raised an eyebrow until it was out of sight.
“That’s the third one tonight,” she said quietly, tilting her head. “Was there a party or something that I didn’t hear about?” She shrugged it off and continued walking.
When she arrived at her house, she let herself in and stopped in her tracks as she saw Spike sitting on her couch, scribbling something fiercely in a notebook she recognized to be hers.
“What the hell are you doing here, Spike?” she asked sharply, crossing her arms. He looked at her with a confused expression.
“That is not the proper way for a lady to speak,” he said, closing the notebook and standing up. “And my name is William, miss.”
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