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Title: A Kick From Champagne
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


(AN: This is a short chapter, but the next
will be up soon.)



Part Five....


She opened her eyes and tried to stand,
but the champagne buzz was really kicking
in now, forcing her to surrender.

**All right, FINE! I'll stay here until the
room stops spinning, but THAT'S IT! **

She sprawled sloppily on the sofa.

**Probably be here for days...**

Turning her head , she spotted the empty
bottle on the coffee table.

"This is YOUR fault," she groused at
it. "And will you two give it a rest?"

The couple on the screen just moaned
louder.

The remote was on the table next to
the bottle, an innocent bystander.
Buffy punched the off button so
hard that the batteries popped out.

She closed her eyes tightly again, trying
to force herself to think about some-
thing...anything...except the irritatingly
arrogant, thoroughly sexy blood
sucking fiend who knew exactly how
to push every last one of her buttons.

Barging into her life, turning it ass
end up, making her rethink all her
preconceived notions about how
things were supposed to be.

**Think about something else. Some-
thing completely off topic...like
shopping! The blue dress in Macy's.
Dark blue with a glittery sparkle, the
color of the sky right before the sun
goes down, the color of his eyes. Deep
blue and they sparkle when he teases
me and he tries to make me blush...**

"Bad topic. No blue eyed vampires."

**Was that Karen Sutherland I saw at
the market? My alphabetical order
partner in school. I didn't like her. She
was one of the 'Cordelia' clones, a
member of her rat pack, and they were
all so mean to Willow. Picking on her,
making fun of her clothes and I wanted
to sucker punch every last one of them
dead in the face. Boom! Light's out. There
was Karen and Crystal and Harmony,
and I hated Harmony most of all. Stuck
up and stupid, my GOD was she stupid.
Even after she was turned, she was the
same nitwiit she'd always been. Grabbing
MY sister...shacking up with MY vam-
pire.**

"Shit!"

**Calculus, physics, biology, geography.
Stuff I have no use for at all. Food in the
cafeteria wasn't worth eating most of the
time. Drinking fountains never worked
right. You either had to french kiss the
thing to get a drink, or it shot a jet
spray right up your nose. Ugly paint
on the walls, ugly in the hallways. Every
shade from nile to bile, and we fought
in the hall right outside Beginning Spa-
nish. He scared me, almost took me
out of the game. Good fighter. Strong..the
best I'd ever been up against, and it
kind of turned me on**

Mentally throwing in the towel, Buffy
surrendered.

**Where's a white flag when you need one?**

She couldn't do it, couldn't NOT think
about Spike.

If someone was holding her at gun point
and ordering her not to think about him, she'd
be shot right between the eyes.

"Millions of men all over the world. Why am
I so hung up on this one?"

**Because, he's...he's just...oh, he really is..**

"He isn't the only game in town."

**Maybe, but he plays the game better than
any of them**

"Yeah...he's a player."

**Well, I want to play too! It's MY turn,
dammit. He likes to play...I want to
play...why shouldn't we play with each
other?**

The mystery giggle once again made it's
presence known.

"Oh, shut up!" she snapped, flinging
a throw pillow across the room. "I'm
trying to think!"

**I'm unattached...he's unattached..he'd
BETTER be unattached...I'm over
21...he's WAY over 21...I'm not bad
to look at...he's...**

"Too hot looking for his own damn good."

**Beautiful face. Muscles. Barely controlled
energy. A smile that could charm an angry
wolverine. Put 'em all together and they
spell....**

"Spike!" she said brightly.

"What?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
TBC.....

(Don't hit me! The next chapter is on its way)





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