Chapter 8
Dawn and Conner met for another French lesson.
“So, have you heard about Riley Finn’s party?” Conner asked.
“Yeah. And I really, really, really wanna go. But you know I
can’t. Now unless Buffy does.”
“Yeah. I know. I’m working on that, but so far, she’s not
going for my guy. She’s not a—“
“KD Lang fan? No. I found a picture of Christian Slater in her
drawer once, so I’m pretty sure she’s not harboring same
sex tendancies.”
“Oh, ok. So she likes pretty guys?”
I don’t know. All I have ever heard her say is that she would
die before dating a guy that smokes.”
“Ok. So, no smoking. Anything else?”
“You’re asking me to investigate the inner workings of my
sister’s twisted mind? I don’t think so.” Dawn rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, well. We have nothing else to go on. We have to get
behind enemy lines here.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dawn was looking through the drawers in
Buffy’s room while Conner fidgeted nervously.
“Ok. Here we go. Class schedule, reading list, date book,
concert tickets.”
She handed him the items and went to the
other side of the room and began to look through those
drawers.
“Aha! Black panties.” Dawn said holding up a lacy thong.
“Uh, what does that tell us?” Conner asked.
“That she wants to have sex, that’s what.” Dawn told him.
“What? Oh, come on. She could just like the color. She does
wear a lot of black.”
“Conner, you don’t buy sexy, black lingerie unless you want
someone to see it.”
“Oh. So, can I see your room.”
Dawn stood up.
“No! A girl’s room is very private.”
Disappointed, Conner nodded.
“Oh, ok.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Conner and Jesse nervously entered Willy’s
bar.
“So, is this what a bar looks like?” Conner asked, reaching
into a jar for a peppermint. Jesse slapped his hand.
“Don’t touch that! You could get hepatitis!”
They saw Spike playing pool with Xander
and Oz and walked over.
“So, what have you got for me?” Spike asked them.
“A little insight to a very complicated girl.” Conner told him.
Jesse looked at Spike as he took a drink of
his beer.
“Excuse me. Just a quick question before we get started
here. Should you be drinking when you don’t have a liver?”
Spike looked at Jesse confused.
“What?”
“Nothing. Nevermind.” Jesse said.
Conner shook his head.
“Anyway. First thing: Buffy hates guys who smoke.”
Conner reached over and took the cigarette
out of Spike’s hand.
“So, you’re saying I’m a non-smoker?”
“Yeah, well, just for now.” Jesse told him.
“And here’s another problem: Buffy likes pretty guys.”
Spike looked at Conner and Jesse.
“Are you saying I’m not pretty?”
Conner and Jesse laughed nervously.
“Of course you’re pretty!” Conner told him.
“Yeah, he’s a gorgeous guy!” Jesse told Conner. Conner
continued.
“Ok. Here we go. Likes: pasta, feminist prose, and angry girl
music. Here’s a list of CD’s she has in her room.”
Spike looked at the paper.
“So, what you’re saying is, I have to buy her some noodles
and a book, and listen to some chits who can’t play their
instruments?”
“Yeah, well, her favorite band is playing at the Bronze
tonight.”
“Wait, I can’t sit there and listen to that crap!” Spike told them.
“Just for one night.” Jesse said.
“She has a black lace thong, if that helps.” Conner told him.
Spike looked at Conner and chuckled.
‘Wouldn’t mind seeing that.’ Spike thought.
“Hey, couldn’t hurt, right?” Jesse said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Spike entered the Bronze. It was filled with mostly girls, and
Spike felt a little emasculated as he walked through the
crowd to the bar. He ordered a drink and turned to look for
Buffy.
He saw her dancing with Willow and the others. He
watched her dance, loving the way she moved to the beat.
When the song was over, Buffy headed towards the bar.
Spike turned around and bent over his drink. Buffy walked
up and ordered a bottle of water. She saw Spike and
sighed. She got her water and walked over to him.
“If you’re planning on asking me out again, you may as well
get it over with.”, she told him.
Spike looked up.
“Do you mind? You’re kind of ruining the moment here.”
“You’re not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke.”
“Yeah. I quit. I hear they are bad for you.”
“Really?” Buffy said sarcastically.
“You know these guys are no Velvet Chain or Letters to
Cleo, but they’re not bad.”
Spike stood up and headed out onto the
dance floor. Intrigued, Buffy followed.
“You know who Velvet Chain is?”, she asked.
“Why? Don’t you?”
Buffy stared at him not knowing what to say.
“I was watching you out there earlier. I’ve never seen you
look so sexy.”
He said the last part just as the song ended.
Everyone laughed and Buffy blushed.
“Come to Riley’s party with me.”
“You never give up do you?”, she asked.
“Was that a yes?”
“No.”
“Well, was that a no?”
“No.”
Buffy laughed and walked away.
“So, I’ll pick you up at nine then?”
Not hearing him, Buffy waved at him and
continued walking through the crowd.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was Friday night. Dawn and Cordelia were sneaking down
the stairs towards the door.
“You should have used the window.” Hank said from the
sofa.
“Hi Daddy.” Dawn said.
“Hi.” He stood up and walked over to the girls. “So, where
are we going?”
“If you must know, a small study group of friends.”
“Otherwise known as an orgy?”
“Mr. Summers, it’s just a party.” Cordelia said.
“And Hell is just a sauna.”
Hank turned to Buffy as she came down the
stairs.
“Do you know anything about a party?”
Buffy shook her head.
“People expect me to be there.” Dawn said.
“Buffy’s not going, you’re not going.” Hank told her.
Dawn stalked over to Buffy.
“Can’t you just be normal?”
“Define normal.”
“Riley’s party. Normal. Dating. Normal.” Dawn said.
Buffy looked at Hank.
“Riley’s party is just an excuse for the idiots at our school to
drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of
distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness—“
“Of their meaningless, consumer driven lives.” Dawn and
Cordelia finished.
“Can you go just this once? Please. Buffy, please?” Dawn
pleaded.
Buffy sighed.
“Fine. I’ll make an appearance. I’m gonna go change.”
Buffy went up the stairs and Dawn and
Cordelia squealed.
“Oh, no it’s started.” Hank said.
“Daddy, it’s just a party.” Dawn said.
“I want you to wear the belly.”
Dawn gasped.
“Daddy, no.”
“Just for a few minutes. Just so you’ll know the weight of
your decisions.”
Hank put the belly on Dawn. Buffy came
down the stairs wearing black leather pants and a red
backless tube top.
“We’re going now.” , she announced, putting on her jacket.
“Just a minute.” Hank told her.
“Now, no drinking. No drugs. No tattoos. No kissing. No
piercings. No ritual animal slaughters of any kind. Oh, no I’m
giving them ideas.”
Buffy opened the door just as Spike was
about to knock. Buffy looked at him in shock.
“What are you doing here?”
“Nine o’clock, right?” At Buffy’s confused look he
added, “Well, I’m early.”
“Whatever. I’m driving.”
Buffy walked out. Spike looked at Dawn and
chuckled.
“Who knocked up your sister?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Conner and Jesse were getting ready for
the party.
“So then, Dawn says that I was right. That she didn’t wear
the Kenneth Coles with that dress, and that—this is a direct
quote—‘Really meant something.’”
“You told me that already. Stop being so self centered for a
minute. How do I look?” Jesse asked.
Conner chuckled.
“Like my great uncle Milton.”
“So should I lose the tie?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you’re right. I’m just so nervous. And I’m also very
excited. I’m nervous. I’m excited. It’s all very mixed up. I
don’t know what to do.”
“All right! Calm down!” Conner told him.
“The last party I went to was at Chucky Cheese. You wanna
talk about some fun. That was a good time.”
Jesse picked up a hair dryer and began to
blow dry his already dry hair. Conner looked at him and
shook his head and continued getting ready.
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