Written before CWDP, so Spike's chompiness is not an issue.
“Hey, Spike,” she called, turning to Xander with an appreciative look. “Well, aren’t we spiffy.”
“And I might say the same to you,” he smiled.
Spike was staring at the young woman. “You look beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful, but tonight...”
“Thank you,” she smiled. “Wanted to look extra nice tonight. I have a date.”
Spike looked at Xander, then looked at Buffy. A cloud passed over his face. “Oh.” He looked down at his hand; played with his fingers. “Sorry. I didn’t know. I should have guessed. I’m a little slow lately.” His jaw tightened. “You’ve been friends a long time. Makes sense.”
“Babbling again?” Xander asked. “I’m cutting you off sugar.”
But Buffy understood. She laughed. “Spike. I don’t have a date with Xander.”
“It’s not that funny,” Xander pouted. “But, no. Not the glorious Buffster. Just the sister of a friend from work. She’s in town for the weekend and he wanted me to take her out and show her around, cause he was busy tonight.” He shrugged. “Not like I had anything better to do.”
Buffy reached up and kissed him on the cheek. “Well, I say good luck. Maybe she’ll turn out to be the girl of your dreams. And at least it’s a night out with someone new.”
“True,” Xander smiled. “And if she’s not a demon or an ancient mummy, or a spoiled little rich girl, I say it’s a plus.”
Spike was confused. “So why is your date meeting you here?” he asked Buffy.
“It was more convenient. First date thing, dinner and a movie. Getting aquainted. No big.”
“Oh.” Spike felt like a fool as the tears threatened. “Have fun, then.”
“Thanks.” Buffy walked over to Spike and stared at him. “So. Aren’t you getting ready? You have that nice new grey shirt. That would do.”
“For what?” he asked. Sometimes lately, life seemed just to fling itself over his head. He was always one step out of the loop.
“For dinner and a movie. Get dressed.”
He closed his eyes and let it sink in. “Date? Us?”
“Yeah,” she replied softly. “You need to get out. And I need to get to know you.” She waved her hand. “So, scoot.”
“You don’t have to do this, you know.” He turned towards his tiny room.
“I want to do this. And look your best,” she called as he shut his door. “I have a reputation for dating hotties to maintain.”
Xander took her hand. “He’s right. I’m not thrilled with this idea. You don’t need to do this.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I do. Don’t ask me why, but I do.”