This is a
response to a challenge sent by Ace1Angel.
WARNING: consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe you are invisible
WARNING: consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell happened to your trousers. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone
them at 4 in the morning. (or Potential Lovers)
WARNING: consumption of alcohol is a major factor to dancing like a wanker.
WARNING: consumption of alcohol may make you think you have mystical KungFu powers.
WARNING: consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns on the forehead.
“What a jerk.”
“A complete bastard,” Xander agreed as he looked at Willow and could have sworn he saw tiny birds flying around her head.
“I’ll stake him for you,” Buffy said as she pulled out a stake.
“He’s a werewolf,” Willow told her, wondering why Buffy had two stakes in her hand.
“Then, I’ll get my silver gun with holy bullets,” Xander replied, trying to figure out where the rest of his drink had gone.
“That doesn’t sound right,” Buffy said as she looked around the floor for another bottle of rum.
“Was it the smoochies?” she asked, her mood changing to sadness.
“No.....I don’t think so....no, he’s just a horny werewolf.”
“All werewolves are horny,” Xander added, hoping to help out Buffy.
“How do you know?” Willow asked.
“Nothing, you know nothing,” Willow said as she began to laugh. The two joined her, Xander not sure what he was laughing at, but not wanting to be left out.
“Remember, no sad faces, only happy ones. Everyone ready for plan A?” Buffy said as she got up, surprised she would still stand.
“Let’s go,” Willow said excited.
“You got the monies?” Xander asked.
“Even better - Giles
“gold” credit card,” Buffy replied triumphantly.
What had started off as a study-for-test-on-Monday get together had turned into a broken hearts drunken feast. Xander had raided Willow’s booze cabinet and had become an amateur bartender. After two bottles of rum and a bottle of some unknown wine, they had come up with a plan.
“Don’t think it’s too much do you?” Willow asked Buffy as they looked at each other in their new outfits.
“I like it.”
Xander was still changing in the fitting room.
“How’s it going, Xander?” Buffy asked loud enough for him to hear.
“A bit tight, but I think leather has to be tight,” he replied as he opened the door.
His eyes opened wide, as his mouth dropped.
“Wow, Will you have..you know you have *a pair*, nice.......Buffy, you have too much,” Xander continued as he took a long look at both of them.
“Nice pants,” Buffy remarked as she took a look at them from the front and a sneak from the back.
“Stop breathing ladies, Xander has arrived. Satin?” Willow asked as she touched his electric blue, button down shirt.
“Now what?” Xander asked.
“The parlor,” Buffy replied with wicked smile.
They paid for the clothing they had on and left, ready for the night ahead.
“Too bad they aren’t real,” Xander said as he looked at his fake Celtic crest on his right breast.
“I know, we look 18. What does the law know? Anyway, what do you think?” she asked as she showed them her cross and stake wrapped in a band, tattoo on her left arm.
“Me like it,” Willow replied.
“Me likes yours too,” Buffy said as she took a look at Willow’s stomach. A Celtic link crest was wrapped around her waist.
“Two even,” Xander added proudly.
“It was a combo set.”
Willow explained as she looked at her arm which had the same design around her right upper arm.
“The Bronze, but first to the park. Can’t let Faith have all the fun. Wanna wait for me here?”
Willow and Xander shook their heads violently.
“No way. Want to try out my new Kung Fu powers. I’m a black belt.”
He began to demonstrate his moves, making Buffy and Willow giggle.
“And I can turn invisible - see”
Willow closed her eyes and stood motionless. Buffy and Xander looked at each other confused, then shrugged their shoulders.
“Good enough, off to the bat mobile,” Buffy said.
The three super heroes went off to save the world.
The drunken trio made it to the Bronze a little after eleven. They had needed to go back to the batcave (Willow’s house) to re-energize. After five drinks of Xander’s concoction, they were ready for the night ahead.
“How do I look?” Buffy asked.
“Like a tramp,” Willow replied, “What about me?”
“A complete hussy.”
“Thank you, Buffy.”
“A man who wants to get laid,” Willow answered.
“Good then, mission accomplished.”
They walked into the Bronze, the whole world at their feet.
Angel wasn’t sure what to expect as he entered the Bronze. He had bumped into Faith at the park and had told him what she had seen. She had told him to find them, because she wasn’t sure how to explain it.
The club was packed
to capacity as it always was on Friday. Being the owner had its advantages,
no need to wait outside with the crowds. Everything seemed normal, but
he still hadn’t found the people he was looking for. He noticed a group
of guys gathered by the bar. He headed that way, but abruntly stopped as
he felt someone
pinch him his ass. He turned around and found one of the three people he was looking for.
“Yup, Buffy. The Slayer, you know it,” she replied happily.
He smelled it.
“Buffy, your drunk.”
“Moi, nooooooooo....maybe tipsy, but not drunk...nooooooooooo.”
Angel rolled his eyes. The second person he was looking for appeared in back of her.
“Yeah, deadboy! Came to party, to buggy away the night?” Xander asked him as he began to dance stranger then usual in back of Buffy.
He looked at the pair
in front of him, seeing what Faith had said. Xander had a pair of black
leather pants on with a blue satin shirt. His hair was spiked up a bit,
trying to make it look wild. Even his fingernails were painted black. He
had left the first three buttons of his shirt open, letting everyone see
what looked like a tattoo. Buffy had on a
tighter then usual short back leather dress with small straps that held it up on her shoulders. Her hair up in a ponytail with a band around her head.
“Lets dance”, she said as she pulled Xander with her to the dance floor, before Angel could say anything.
Angel was about to stop them and ask about Willow, but he had a feeling he knew where he could find her. He headed to the group gathering and made his way through them and nearly fell back in complete shock. Willow was seated on a stool, talking to the group around her.
He simple nodded in agreement with his name. She jumped off the stool and took his hand and began to pull him to the dance floor.
Angel heard the moans
of protest and disappointment and let Willow pull him with her. His eyes
were glued to the way her hips moved from side to side in her skin tight
leather pants. He bumped into her, unaware they had stopped. The sound
of the music took control of her body as she began to sway from side to
side, at times
bumping against him. Angel’s eyes couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Her leather pants hugged each
curve. Her short leather corset/tube top gave a wonderful view of her milky white breasts. The shortness of her top offered a peek of her waist and stomach. He admired the curve of her neck, down to her bare shoulders. A pair of black bands were wrapped around her upper arms. He groaned as her backside rubbed against him. He felt himself harden and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face him.
“Willow, what are you doing?” he asked, hoping to hide the desire in his voice.
“Dancing silly”, she replied, her read hair loose and wild around her.
“Oh, wanna play? Okay.”
She punched him in the arm and giggled.
She ran off with a smile on her face.
Angel followed, trying to keep up with her with the mass of people around them. He lost her, but found Xander.
“Come on Deadboy - Let’s get em.”
Angel looked at him confused, then felt a punch on his arm. He followed Xander, joining the game Willow had started.
Willow and Buffy giggled as they ran through the park. Angel and Xander weren’t far behind. They had had some close calls, but managed to get away without being detected.
Rain had begun to fall and they huddled under a tree for shelter. Not the smartest decision, but at least they had some cover.
Willow couldn’t stop
thinking about Angel. He looked wonderful. One thing Angel had retained
from Angelus was his leather pants. How she loved to see those leather
pants on him. The gray thin sweater clung to his broad shoulders and narrow
waist. His hair looked as carefree and reckless as ever. Her heart skipped
a beat as her
mind drifted to pleasurable thoughts. A deep red covered her cheeks.
“Think they’ll find us?” Willow asked close to a whisper.
“Angel with him, they’ll find us.”
Willow was just too curious.
“So, what it up with Angel and you?”
“I don’t think he likes me.”
“You did send him to Hell, Buffy.”
“I know, but....”
“I’m sure Hell was pretty bad. From the little he’s told me, I can see why he might not be too happy with you.”
“I know, he doesn’t like me. Won’t even talk to me, unless it’s really necessary. He’s probably seen you more then I ever had.”
Willow couldn’t help but smile. They had been spending a lot of time together.
“So you guys aren’t together?” Willow asked, just wanting to make sure.
“Nope. That ended the moment Angeles returned. He was right, we weren’t meant to be.”
“What about Xander? I saw the way both of you were dancing.”
“That’s a surprise. I thought with all the guys drooling over you, you weren’t able to see us.”
“I looked over once in a while,” she replied giggling.
“Well with Xander, it’s possible, he looks hot tonight, made me horny.”
“What? So did Angel. Such a nice ass in leather.”
“Like you didn’t think the same thing.”
“Well...no.not out loud.”
They both started laughing, feeling the alcohol still swimming in their brains.
“They’re both shagable.”
Willow burst out laughing, Buffy joining her a moment later.
“Should we stay here?” Willow asked.
“I heard about this club called Slashes on the other side of town. We’re two attractive women who should get some loving tonight.”
“What about the guys?”
“We’ll leave a note. Let’s see. What can we use?”
“There’s a pen,” Willow said as she picked it up from the grass.
“Now all we need is paper to write it on.”
Angel and Xander looked all around the park for them.
“Where the hell are they?” Angel asked out loud to himself.
“Buffy...Willow...come out come out where ever you are” Xander yelled.
Angel looked over at Xander. The boy had trouble standing in one place.
“What were you guys thinking?”
“What?” Xander asked confused.
“Just how much did you drink?”
Xander tried to count and remember. He stopped once his fingers ran out.
“Not enough fingers,” he finally replied.
Angel shook his head.
“You know...maybe you should get wasted, that why you won’t be so moody, that whole guilty routine...too old...” he slurred.
Angel rolled his eyes.
All he wanted to do was look for Willow and make sure she was fine. Ever
since she had restored his soul it he had made it one of his duties to
look after her. She had been the only one to welcome him back, never judging
him, just being his friend. Now she was half naked, drunk, in a park, at
night. He’d kill
Buffy if she got hurt.
They resumed their search. Angel didn’t let Xander stray to far. The little shit was still Willow’s friend. As they turned the corner, they found the tree where the girls had been. <Can’t be> Angel thought as he saw something on one of the branches.
To his complete surprise it was. He pulled the underwear from the branch and saw something written on it.
You guys are so late. I thought you would have found us by now.
“Look what I found,” Xander told him as he swung a bra around his finger. Angel grabbed it and read the message on the cups.
any longer. Meet you at Slashes.
“Shit,” Angel hissed.
“Must be Buffy’s bra and....Willow’s underwear. Know she could do it.” Xander said with a smile.
“How do you know?”
“Buffy wasn’t wearing underwear. ‘You’ll see the underwear under the dress’,” he replied, mimicking Buffy’s voice.
Angel couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t help himself, he become aroused. He throw the bra back to Xander and stuffed Willow’s white underwear in his pocket. He grabbed Xander by the collar and dragged him in record speed to the club.
“Is this the right way?,” Willow asked her.
Her feet had begun to hurt. Twenty minutes in the rain, with high heeled boots and twenty minutes of walking just wasn’t the best thing to do.
“I think so. Never been down here before.”
“Then how do you know it’s the right way?”
“Anyway, we can always ask for directions.”
They both turned to see Angel and Xander headed towards them.
“What now?” Buffy asked.
“Give me your hands. I’ll turn us invisible.” Buffy did as she asked. They both stood still and closed their eyes.
Angel looked at them confused. He stopped a few feet away from them. He turned to see Xander, looking around him, oblivious to the woman in front of him. He looked back at Willow.
“Willow, what are you doing?”
She opened her eyes in complete surprise. “How did you see us? We were invisible.”
“Wow, Angel, you found them.”
“Guess ‘cause you’re a vampire.” Buffy reasoned.
“Yeah, okay. I should get you guys all home,” he told them.
“Here, found your bra,” Xander told her as he handed her the soaked garment.
Buffy’s face softened. “How sweet,” she told him as she pulled him to her lips for a kiss. It ended quickly, prompting a questioned in Buffy’s head. “Who has Willow’s underwear?”
“Angel. Stuffed it in his pocket. Not sure if he smelled them, Will, ‘cause he sure felt them.”
Angel turned to glare at Xander, prompting a laugh in them. If it had been possible he would have blushed.
“What about Slashes?” Buffy asked disappointed.
Her reply was given to her by Mother Nature as the small sprinkles of rain became fat droplets at a very advanced rate.
“Too late, too dangerous,” Angel replied.
“But I’m Batman” Xander told him.
“Oh! then I’m Wonderwoman!” Willow exclaimed.
“Bionic Woman to the rescue,” Buffy said excited.
“The Crow,” Willow thought out loud.
This was all to weird for him. He needed to get them inside, away from the rain.
“We’re leaving,” Angel told them.
“We can take the batmobile. Oh! Damn, forget it, I forgot the keys,” Xander cursed.
“Don’t worry, now if I can only remember where I left my invisible plane.”
Willow looked around her and started walking. Angel grabbed her wet arm and stopped her.
“You guys are drunk. It’s pouring out here. What you need is to go home. Now. Let’s go.”
They looked like three
children being disciplined for something they did wrong. They lowered
their heads and started walking with him. Two minutes into the walk,
Xander took Buffy’s hand and began whispering in
her ear. Buffy nodded in agreement and the pair soon fell back a bit and disappeared into an alley near by. It was already too late when Angel saw they were missing. He took a hold of Willow’s hand, making sure she remained with him.
Willow abruntly stopped, her feet too sore to continue. Angel stopped and looked into her lovely wet face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked worried.
“My feet hurt,” she pouted.
Angel smiled at her
and offered to carry her the rest of the way. Too excited to resist, she
jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around
his neck, pressing herself against his body. Angel almost lost his footing,
being taken by complete surprise. His body responded to hers, surpressing
a moan that
threatened to escape his lips, sending a jolt of electricity throughout his body. Once he got back his composure, he placed his arms around her, holding her tight. He walked down the street as the rain fell harder.
“Are you mad?” Willow asked, her mouth too close to his ear.
Angel felt a tingle, making it harder for him to concentrate.
“I was just worried.”
“I didn’t want to make you worry. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Did you have fun?”
“Ahem...especially when I danced with you.”
“Did you touch my undies?”
Angel wasn’t sure what to say.
“What if I told you I did?”
“I’d be fine with it. But did you think about me in them?”
Angel stopped for a moment.
“And if I told you I did?”
“I’d be okay with it. Did you want to put them pack on me?”
Angel pulled her away from him, enough for him to look at her face. He couldn’t resist.
“Did you want me to?”
Willow nodded her head innocently as she blushed.
Angel wasn’t sure what to do. <It’s the alcohol. That’s it, the alcohol>
“I should get you home.”
He pushed her back down, her head cradled on his shoulder. The wind picked up, which was soon joined with thunder and lighting. He felt her tremble against his. He needed to get her away from the rain. He was glad to see a small bed and breakfast down the block. He walked quicker, deciding on the best thing to do. Once they entered the Victorian home, Angel pried Willow off him, leaving her in the small waiting area as he went to the reception area.
Willow wrapped her arms around herself and waited for Angel to return. She was cold and wet, something he hadn’t felt while in his arms.
“Only one room left, our suite. Hope you like it,” the gentleman said as he handed Angel the keys.
He walked back to Willow
and saw her frail body trembling. Without a word, Willow hugged him, wrapping
herself around him as she had before. Angel carried her up the stairs
to their room as the storm grew madder outside.