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Spike pulled into the club's parking lot, feeling the tension radiating off the woman beside him. Dru hadn't said a word during the drive and he didn't try to make any small talk either. What he wanted to talk to her about would be hard when the time came, and he didn't have a clue how he'd bring it up. It would be something he'd deal with when they returned home. Buffy had enough stress to deal with, and he was sure she'd feel the backlash if he broke up with Dru this weekend.

Spike got out of the car and walked over to open the door for Dru. He knew it was going to be a difficult next couple of days. Dru, he could tell was already feeling a change in their relationship, and maybe she herself would bring it to an end. The feeling of rejection he knew so well, he could still remember a time he went by his given name, William

"Thank you, my sweet William." Dru purred, wanting to keep up a front to the public as she exited the car and ran her fingernails lightly down his chest. "Would you like to take me in the alley and show me what a bad man you can be?"

Spike felt his body respond to her, while thinking about another time they'd done it in an alley. She always knew how to call to his darkness, reminding him of a time when he'd walked on the wild side. It took everything he had to refuse her offer.

"Too many people hangin' around for me." He replied as he stepped back.

"It never bothered you before." Dru reminded him as she moved closer, rubbing her body against his.

"Well, it does now." He snapped at her, as he stepped away.

"What is going on Spike?" She asked, with an edge to her voice he hadn't heard before.

Spike closed the car door, trying to figure out how to deal with this. He didn't want to do this right now, and wanted to give her as nice a weekend as he could. She was going to be disappointed, her plans for them were not going to work.

"Can we just try and have a nice time?" Spike asked as he rubbed his forehead.

"Oh, I see the problem. My William isn't feeling well is he?" She purred, "Don't worry, mommy knows what her Spike needs."

"How about we go in and get some wings?" He suggested, hoping to get her off the idea of having sex in the alley.

"Whatever makes my William happy." She replied as she took his hand and led him toward the club's entrance. "Maybe he'll want to be naughty later and make his Princess scream bad things when the lights are dim and people are safe and snug in their beds." Dru started planning on how she'd get her way with him, for she knew the right buttons to push to make her William putty in her hands.

Spike let her lead him into the club, knowing he'd be one of the people safely tucked under the covers tonight. The other fact he knew to be true was that he'd be sleeping alone. He might even be joining his uncle tomorrow at the hotel as a fellow guest. It also wouldn't be the first time he slept in his car which was one of the reasons he carried a couple of blankets in the car.

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Spike sat watching the crowd, trying to use the music as a deterrent to having to deal with Dru. He couldn't help but notice a certain bulky gent who kept sending glares their way. He was sure it had something to do with Dru.

"He an old friend of yours Dru?" He asked, as he nodded toward the man.

"I used to date him a few years back. I grew up, he didn't." She answered. "He's now one of Buffy's little puppets."

"So he's an ex, explains the dagger like looks." Spike replied as he turned his attention elsewhere.

He knew the moment she walked in, taking in how she carried herself with such a sense of controlled seduction. The leather pants fit as if they'd been painted on her. Her red halter gave plenty to tease a man's eye to want more, as it too fit her like a second skin. She was passion, sex and sin, all rolled into the innocent he figured her to be. Spike watched as she handed the bartender her duffle bag.

He leaned back and watched as she moved through the crowd with such confidence, knowing she was in her glory here. This is where Buffy could play at being a part of the crowd, where she was able to lose herself and forget the badness. The more he got to know her, the more he felt they had in common. Music was like a drug to someone who wanted to escape for a time.

"I see the cock tease has appeared." Dru whispered in his ear. "She's very good at getting the crowd hot and bothered, just wait and see."

Spike looked at Dru wondering how he'd missed seeing this part of her. For a moment he could see the jealousy and dislike in her eyes, directed at her sister. His gut told him these feelings went further then Dawn's death. In fact, he was sure Dru never felt a bit of compassion for Buffy's situation. He wondered if she even cared for Dawn.

*******

Buffy walked in to the Bronze knowing that Spike and Dru were there. She decided to play it cool and not let it affect her in any way. Her motto was party, dance, and have a good time when she came here to lose herself from the real world. No one was going to take this away from her, it is what she lived for now.

The music was really calling to her as she wandered over toward the bar, "Hey Lorne." She greeted her favorite bartender over the music playing. "Can I store this behind the bar?"

Lorne grinned as shook his finger at her, "Like its gold, now give it here Sweetness."

Buffy couldn't help but smile, since Lorne had never treated her any differently." Can I have-"

"Like you've changed your drink, poured it the moment you waltzed in here." He interrupted her and handed over her drink. "I should be offended, sugar, you know Lorne takes care of his girl."

"I guess that's why I keep coming here." She teased.

"Liar, but never mind that one. I know if I played for the politically correct team you'd be mine in a heartbeat." He said as he blew her a kiss.

"I'd worship at your feet, baby." Buffy returned before she scrutinized the dance floor for her friends.

"Angel face and his sweet tart are sitting at the table, Faith hasn't bounced herself in here yet. But it's a bit early for her." Lorne informed Buffy, knowing who she was looking for.

"I think I just might marry you one day." Buffy said before she moved on to find Angel and Darla.

Lorne smiled as he watched her part 'the sea of the horny'. He found it refreshing how Buffy thought she had to play the part of seductress, when in fact the girl was something to admire even when she wasn't playing at being a tease. The girl just loved to party and dance, and be damned if she didn’t make both men and women want to fuck her on the dance floor.

*******

Drusilla watched as her half sister flirted with the bartender. The interest she noticed Spike giving the petite blonde was driving her mad. Her suspicions had been correct when she suspected Spike of seeing Buffy this afternoon.

Dru was glad Miss Chase had not seen her earlier, when Cordelia was talking in the restroom about the blond hottie who'd swept Buffy out of the diner earlier. Something told Dru it was Spike she was talking about. Only to have it confirmed, thus igniting her anger when Cordy said, "And he's here tonight with Dru."

Some then speculated if it was because she was Dru's sister was why he was there, protecting her. Others snorted like that would ever happen and talked about how Buffy was probably doing him behind Dru's back. At that point she'd left undetected and returned to their table. The distant look on his face at the time made her wonder if he was remembering his time with Buffy. She thought, "No wonder he didn't want to have sex, he already did my sister."

Now she had the evidence as far as she was concerned. Her slut of a sister was trying to take her man, her ticket to being taken care of for the rest of her life. She didn't know what she'd do, but it would come to her. There was no way she'd let that little bitch step on her dreams of becoming a famous doctor's wife. She saw so much potential in William’s future, especially since Ethan Rayne was his uncle.

*******

Joyce sat watching TV, hearing her husband shuffling through the newspaper. Dinner had been strained, especially when she'd called Buffy to tell her dinner was on the table, and her daughter had refused to come home to eat. Deep down, Joyce knew she had no right to be disappointed that Buffy hadn't wanted to join them.

Thinking back over the last eighteen months, she was able to see things in a different light. The obvious fact was right there, in front of her face, she'd pushed her own daughter away. It was now up to her to make it right, if she wanted to get back into her daughter's good graces.

"Hank, we should talk about Buffy."

"Why?" He snorted, "She's made her bed."

"Has she Hank?"

Hank looked at his wife over the paper, "She's the one that left Dawn alone. She's the one that went and changed into someone that is not our daughter any more."

"Did she change, Hank? Or did we change her?"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about Joyce, but nothing we've done made Buffy become the person she is today. She's seventeen for God's sake, old enough to know right from wrong." Hank preached, "She should be working on her studies, getting ready to go to college with some sense of responsibility. I don't see her doing or showing it. She works at that head shop downtown and spends more time at the Bronze then the library."

"Maybe we should sit her down and try and talk to her, like we used to. I'm sure she doesn't even know that we're aware that she has a real job."

"Joyce, when she's ready to accept what she's done we'll help." Hank reasoned, "She's trying to make us feel sorry for her is all she's doing."

"I don't think so, Hank. I think Spike was-"

"Stop right there. I will not have a wet behind the ears college brat come in here and tell me or you how to raise our delinquent daughter." Hank yelled, as he threw the paper down. "I'm going upstairs and read in peace. Don't bring this up again Joyce."

Joyce watched as her husband of eighteen years stormed up the steps. She'd seen him change since Dawn's death and until now hadn’t realized just how far apart they'd drifted. Never before had she thought there might be a day she would leave her husband, but tonight she thought it might be an option. If it came to a time where she'd have to choose, she would and Hank would find he wasn't the almighty force he thought he was.

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