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'Twenty-Two to Tango' by Quinara (PG)

Inspired by bogwitch's Barbie Buffy and Spike, I bring you ~800 words of PG, AO3-warning-free S7 fluff. Why doesn't Spike have any food, I ask? Why does he look so glum and Buffy so manic? Why the silver streamer? Not to give away all our modly secrets, but I must thank bogwitch for being my beta as well my inspiration.

There are good reasons why no one talks about Buffy’s twenty-second birthday. For a start, no one can quite agree on what actually happened.

Twenty-Two to Tango.

“Come on, Spike,” Buffy encouraged, far too winningly. “You know you want to…”

“All right, that’s it,” he snapped, plucking the half-drunk glass of punch from her hand. The stuff looked suspicious – and that tone of voice was enough. “I’m cutting you off.”

The somewhat dangerous, definitely drunk grin Buffy was sporting all too quickly turned into a scowl. It rather set off the tuft of silver streamer in her hair. “Cutting me off?” she exclaimed, the party music taken as more than an excuse for her to shout, even though they were in the kitchen and it wasn’t nearly so loud out this way. “You can’t cut me off!” And now her eyes were narrowing; brilliant. Her empty hand became a pointing finger, stabbing him in the chest, just about clear of his wounds. “You’re not even meant to be here.” Stab. “You said you couldn’t come.”

Drawing on the last reserves of his soul’s patience, Spike sighed. It was true, he had said that it was probably better he spent Buffy’s impromptu birthday party downstairs – but that was on account of the recently broken ribs and his terrible, highly reasonable fear of Anya breaking out the board games. Not to mention – “Well, who was it who said she wanted to explain me to the potentials, hmm? Lay the groundwork so they didn’t get ‘confused’?”

Buffy pouted, sulking. “That was a dumb idea.”

Behind her, Spike could just make out an equally jolly Xander attempting to rally a conga line from some very sceptical teenagers. “Evidently,” he agreed. The thing was, if he’d known the Scoobies had been on for a right-old proper piss up, he might have got upstairs in time to send them in the right direction, before Buffy had been allowed to put on her screechy-girly pop anthems with their mind-numbing, bopping base lines. As it was, he was stone sober and put off his snooze, with no hope for anything apart from perhaps their last scraps of dignity. “Look,” he tried again, dumping the drink on the kitchen table, turning back to an incorrigibly inebriated Buffy. “I know you’re feeling stressed and all, but this is going a bit far, don’t you think?” ‘Course, it probably wasn’t her who’d got this party going, poor anxious girl she was, not quite hidden behind the artificial merriment. Still, no time to think about that now. “Four horsemen of the apocalypse could be outside your door and you’d be asking them in for crudités.”

“But…” She frowned, coming to a pause. Her hand, still in the air from the pointing, came to rest on his chest as she pondered – but he ignored that. That and the rather perfect burn it caused in his broken bones, he was ignoring that entirely. At least until she asked, “But don’t you think Famine would need the sustenance?”

She said it with a grin, front teeth edging out beneath her lip, and something about that, the mixed pain and pleasure he was feeling, not to mention his rather tasteless appreciation of her dodgy humour, it made him laugh.

Unfortunately, that very quickly only left him with hurt, chuckle collapsed into a pained hiss. “Buffy…” he warned.

She relented then, dragging her fingers from the two inches of sternum which immediately felt the loss. “You’re no fun,” she declared, backing away.

One look at her sobering, disappointed expression, however, and that was it. Anya had played the same game with him when she’d been searching his private cupboard for clues that time, but, well, Anya wasn’t Buffy. “Oh, fuck it,” he said. He might have a soul now, but since when had he become this brooding bloody killjoy? “You want a dance, I’ll give you one.” If that was what his Slayer wanted, who was he to deny her, really?

As Buffy’s face brightened again, now more warm rising sun than white lightning, his mind supplied the exact fantasy he wanted to follow: he’d resurrect his old tango moves, glide against her in a step and palm the small of her back to slam her stomach dangerously low against his. She’d bite her lip at the scandal, but then feel up his arms for a sweeping spin across the tiles. Dance, dance, dance, and then a snog over by the breadbin.

As it was, however, Buffy was smashed – and the most his upper body could really cope with was talking, as had just been proved. So fantasy dissolved and Spike took her hands in his, moving his shoulders with the rhythm while she bounced along to the enchanting strains of P!nk.

He had a vague memory of dancing with Dawn like this once, but, as Buffy sent him for a dignity-destroying twirl, he didn’t care. She was enjoying herself; the rest of the world could go hang.

And if he had a few drinks himself, such that later he let this become a bit of waltzing on the veranda – well, no one needed to know.


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Mar. 1st, 2012 08:30 pm (UTC)
Still cute!

And Spike has food, it's just inexplicably in a martini glass...
Mar. 1st, 2012 08:33 pm (UTC)
In my world, S7 was chockablock with cuteness we never saw. And I'm sticking to that story.

I did wonder if it was blood at one point - but then, why a martini glass? You can't get barely anything in one of those...
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Mar. 1st, 2012 08:34 pm (UTC)
I love the idea of Spike doing the tango.
Mar. 1st, 2012 08:36 pm (UTC)
Well then, there's another fic for you, Deb! :P
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Mar. 1st, 2012 09:40 pm (UTC)
Love it! S7!Spuffy is my favorite Spuffy!
Mar. 1st, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)
Yay, thanks! Me too. :D
Mar. 1st, 2012 10:15 pm (UTC)
OMG how adorable was this. Drunk Buffy is always fun. Perfect answer to Bogwitch's Barbie Buffy and Spike.
Mar. 1st, 2012 10:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, thanks! I'm not sure about perfect (I'm sure someone can do better!), but Drunk Buffy is often amusing.
Mar. 1st, 2012 10:31 pm (UTC)
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Mar. 1st, 2012 11:25 pm (UTC)
What a fun little fic. I don't know what I love the idea of more, Spike and Buffy doing the tango in front of the scoobies, or a private slow waltz under the stars.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 10:33 am (UTC)
Thanks! And hee, I'm not sure either of them could ever have happened, but this is the magic of alcohol as poetic licence... ;)
Mar. 1st, 2012 11:40 pm (UTC)
Very cute. Poor hurty Spike. He deserves his waltz later.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 10:34 am (UTC)
Thanks. I think someone may have accidentally spiked the booze with some magic, but I thought I'd leave that up to people's imagination!
Mar. 2nd, 2012 02:42 am (UTC)
Wonderful imagery. I love drunk Buffy!
Mar. 2nd, 2012 10:34 am (UTC)
Thank you! And I like her too, when she gets to have a good time.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 12:30 pm (UTC)
He might have a soul now, but since when had he become this brooding bloody killjoy?

Yes! Just YES!!

I love the images the last lines leave. I can fully imagine them in the early hours of the morning, just waltzing around oblivious to everyone and everything else :)
Mar. 3rd, 2012 10:37 pm (UTC)
:D Thanks - glad you enjoyed it! I tend to find myself sympathetic to Spike's quieter S7 impusles usually, but I think he would let himself go once in a while, with the proper encouragement.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 04:38 pm (UTC)
This is adorably fun. I love the silly drunken dancing and the hint of a private waltz later on. So sweet.

And Buffy getting a happy birthday is a pretty great change of pace. :)
Mar. 3rd, 2012 10:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Buffy certainly deserves a happy birthday, even if she might well end up with a headache tomorrow. Possibly the waltz was accompanied by a good amount of water...
Mar. 2nd, 2012 06:39 pm (UTC)
Aw, I love the last line :)

Also, drunk Buffy - always fun :D
Mar. 3rd, 2012 10:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks very much! :)
Mar. 7th, 2012 12:45 am (UTC)
Lovely! I can see them, both beyond drunk and just starting to sober up, waltzing in the dark.
Mar. 9th, 2012 08:22 am (UTC)
Oh, thanks very much! And yes - then it would be a case of playing chicken with each other over who decides to be sober first... (Someone not me should write this! *casts a glance your way*...)
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