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Downstairs at the Pub

Doyle gave Angel a raised eyebrow when Giles announced dancing shoes and party.

Apparently I’m with the wrong crowd if the slayer is allowed to go out and party now and again. I mean it was hard when Cordy and I tried to get the brooding vamp to come out for a drink. Though I hope she was able to wear him down in that area.

So after listening to Giles’s new instructions Doyle switched lanes and headed into town. He kept quiet for most of the ride, listening whenever Giles told him to make a few extra turns or take a particular exit to avoid further traffic at this time of night. Doyle let the other people in the car carry any type of conversation. He noticed everyone stayed mostly quiet anyway.

After locating the place Doyle parked the car and placed the keys inside a hidden pocket in his jacket. Than he too stepped out of the car to stand on the side walk with the rest of the group. His lips made a whistle as he took in the pub that had Buffy and her friends.

Extending his arm to Fred he asked her, “Shall we?”

Thus he was the first to enter the building and headed downstairs to for he heard load music coming from that direction.

“Hopefully they don’t mind party crashers,” as he opened the door leading to party. . .



((OOC:: My understanding is that we are seperating people to up and down stairs within the pub. Thus the posters are ask not to put in tags and those will be placed in later with people joining the posts. So hopefully I'm doing this right and I only tagged my character's name in the post. Okay well hopefully this all goes smoothly ^^; and tell me if I did this wrong. Oh yeah open to the LA group and the people from the first party thread that Hanepoo had started.))

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Dawn was dancing like a happy fool with Willow when the door to the pub opened. At first, she thought nothing of it. Just more happy party goers.

Err... but wasn't everyone already here?

She stopped dancing, staring straight at the doorway. Each beat of her heart thudded into her chest. Or maybe that was the bass? Everything was so loud it was hard to tell.

When she saw the man with the girl on his arm, she breathed a sigh of relief, assuming they just hadn't read the part on the sign where it said this was a PRIVATE party. But then Angel, Spike (whose presence absolutely overjoyed her), and Giles (whose appearance made her heart sink just as quick) walked in.

"Oh crap!" She managed to say a little too loudly during one of those terribly inopportune moments when the music suddenly stops. Before they could see her, she darted off the dance floor and up the stairs.

I haven't told Buffy yet. I am so busted.

((OOC: Had to post this to get the upstairs thread going. Team Angel, please continue. I'll wait for another post or two before posting Buffy and his Immortal hotness))
Xander sat at the bar with his drink, eyeing the door. Giles and Angel would be arriving at any moment, and while Giles was known to most of the girls, Angel was not. They'd smell "vampire" all over him and that nifty, yet deadly, slayer sense would kick in.

The pub door soon opened, and a couple people spilled through. Xander caught sight of Angel immediately, jumped off his bar stool and muttered to himself, "ok, Harris. Time for Operation: Meet 'n Greet."

He moved quickly through the once dancing, now defensive looking slayers and grabbed Angel's hand. Shaking it vigorously, he greeted the vampire loudly.

"Angel! So glad you could make it, old pal. You brought some other friends to join us! Giles, and...oh, sweet monkey Jesus. Spike?"

Edited at 2008-07-10 05:11 pm (UTC)
"Hey," Angel said, as he looked down at Xander's hand clasped around his own. The confusion only lasted a moment, as it was obvious Xander's vigor was probably going to keep Angel and the others from a untimely end. Because there sure were a lot of Slayers here. And a whole lot of booze. Not the safest room to walk into, by far.

"Yeah, Spike, he's alive again," Angel said overly casual as he freed his hand, and instantly began to scan all who were in attendance. One might think he was interested in finding a head of red, but truthfully? He was looking out for a blonde (who was most definitely not Spike).

The moment his eyes finally found Buffy, what should had been a pleasant sight was warped and tarnished by the Immortal at her side touching her!

"Get your slimey hands off of her!" he seethed in a blind rage, lunging forward, as if there wasn't a huge crowd of VAMPIRE SLAYERS blocking him off from Buffy and the Immortal.

It was blood vengeance time! Screw the petty crap he had pulled on Angelus over a century ago. This was an entirely new debt that bastard was about to pay up.

...just as soon as he found a way over there. Coward always had to be hiding behind something, didn't he? Magic barriers, room full of underage drinking Slayers partying like it was Apocalypse Number 1999. Always something.

Edited at 2008-07-10 08:10 pm (UTC)

The Immortal is getting handsy

Buffy had her back to the door when Xander jumped up from his stool and took off. She turned to look after him but The Immortal was blocking her view.

"He took off in a hurry. Don't tell me, really cute girl?"

The Immortal glanced back over his shoulder. What a treat! Not just one but both of his old friends were here. They'd arrived with two humans and a demon. Bah! Not even close to what they'd need to mount an attack on him.

He lifted Buffy's chin up with his index finger.

"A girl, aye. But not so pretty as you are pet."

He planted a gentle kiss on her lips, showing off for the boys who were blocked by swarms of teenaged slayers. Might as well make them sweat a little.

Buffy thought she heard a man's voice and turned to look, but he caught her in another kiss. She pulled away with a grin.

"You taste like wine. How much have you had to drink?"

He was only this publicly handsy when he'd been drinking. A lot. He was supposed to be her boyfriend but it still made Buffy uncomfortable to do the public makeout thing. She had been young and in love once. Time to be a bit more responsible.

At least he was a really, really good kisser.

"Only a couple of bottles. Come on, let's find a little more privacy."

He took her hand and pulled her up from the stool, trying to prevent her from looking back to see Angelus or William. If she spotted them now then all the fun would be over.

Carefully leading her through the dancing girls, he led Buffy towards the back of the pub. He looked back at Angel and Spike with a wink as they turned a corner.

The back of the bar was lined with booths that were designed for groups of people who just wanted to have a pint and watch football without being disturbed by the dancefloor. Fortunately, none of the young slayerettes had decided to hang out back there.

Pushing Buffy against the wall they'd just turned towards the Immortal gazed deep into her eyes. It was a trance, of sorts, that he considered a gift. No woman yet had been able to resist when he looked at her that way. Buffy was no exception. Holding her in place, he leaned his face into her neck, breathing in the smell of her and planting kisses where his lips passed over her skin.

When Angel and Spike saw this, they'd be furious.
Aware that he was being stared at like some bug under a microscope, Spike walked over to Angel and Xander. They weren't his favorite people in the world but if anyone could help him save Buffy from the Immortal, it was them.

The blond vampire was about to talked to them when he saw the Immortal wink at him as he led Buffy away. He knew that Giles could take care of Willow for the moment, he and Angel had more important things to worry about like bloody vengeance. As he approached Angel, Spike grabbed the edge of his grandsire's coat and gave it a tugged.

“Come on you git, stop standing there gaping like a fish and lets go. Bloody Immortal just left with our woman!” he said as he tried to get Angel's attention.


Edited at 2008-07-11 02:55 pm (UTC)
Angel's jaw nearly dropped as the Immortal left the pair with nothing more than a mocking little wink. He glanced away from the direction the corridor lay only when Spike had spoken to him, seemingly in a trance of utter disbelief. "She didn't even see us! And you've been freaking dead! He's got her under a spell!"

The vampire finally found himself some resolve, and a whole lotta fresh piping anger as he tried to wade through the very crowded bar to the far corner the Italian dog had made his retreat from. At first, he attempted a more subtle route to do this. The very slow method of of "scuse me"s and "sorry"s lasted him about two seconds before he ditched that and turned to all-out-table-jumping-vampire-flair to bring him to the edge of the bar. Sure, it wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do in a room full of young, innocent, possibly overly intoxicated Slayers who had know way of knowing he was a "good" vampire with a nice little soul of his own, but...! Time was of the essence here! Every second he and Spike wasted only brought that wretched asshole's hands closer to Buffy and doing WHO KNOWS WHAT with her while in her obviously magically entranced and very vunerable state!

And besides, Spike would be right behind him. He'd cover his back. Probably.

Edited at 2008-07-17 05:34 pm (UTC)

Re: Temp for Buffy and The Immortal

The Immortal lifted his head briefly to glance around the corner. Sure enough, the heroic duo was charging towards them. This was almost too easy. Almost.

Buffy turned her head to follow his gaze. For him to stop in the middle of - er, that, meant it must be something important. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, bella. Just some latecomers to the party."

She didn't believe him for a second, but that didn't matter at the moment. She was having fun and feeling like she was 17 again. It was a nice change from all the responsibility she'd held of late.

Waiting for the pair to make their way to his little corner of the pub, The Immortal tilted her head to the side and returned to kissing her neck, eager to see just how the two idiots would respond.
Spike followed closely behind Angel making sure he growled at anyone who stood in their way.

As they came closer to the tiny corner where Buffy and the Immortal stood, he watched as the other man leaned in and kissed the Slayer's neck. Between the taunts of the Immortal and Buffy's trance like behavior, Spike knew that Angel had to be right.

There was no other explanation of how Buffy was acting other than she was under a power spell. Angry that the Immortal was taking advantage of the woman he loved, Spike changed into his game face.

"How do you want to do this Angelus" Do you want to ask him questions first or just beat his soddin' face in? I don't know about you but I am more of ask questions later kind of vampire," Spike said with a sneer.



Edited at 2008-07-19 10:14 pm (UTC)
"I'm thinking both at the same time, William," Angel offered, giving in to the nostalgic urge Spike had started as he stepped forward and slapped a hand down hard on the Immortal's shoulder. He was going to yank him away, rip him free from Buffy's flesh, just like the leech he was.

He didn't know the exact nature of the spell the Immortal was using. Oh, she was definitely under some sort of enchantment. He was sure of that. But to what extent? He could fondle her, but could he control her? And if it was a love spell...if it was strong enough, Buffy wouldn't need to be ordered to fight in order to defend her 'master'.


Edited at 2008-07-29 12:48 am (UTC)
The Immortal felt the hand clamp down on his shoulder and smirked. After all these years, Angelus and William were the same fools they'd always been. He looked back over his shoulder at Angel's scowling face. "Angelus! How nice to see you again." He regarded Spike with only a nod. "Look who's here."

Buffy looked past her boyfriend's shoulder, initially annoyed that someone had interrupted. Until she saw who it was. "Angel? What are you...?"

This didn't make sense. She'd talked to him earlier and he'd made no mention of coming to Scotland. Something must have happened. Something bad. Something...

Then she saw the blonde hair behind him. "...Spike?" She let go of the Immortal's waist and stared at the pair of them, completely awestruck. "What exactly is going on?"
Even though he would love nothing more than to hold the Immortal back while Angel beat the bastard up, Spike forgot about him for a moment and turned towards Buffy.

"I will be with you in a bit, pet; I have something things that I need to finish up here," he said a regretful tone of voice.

Then moving himself between the Immortal and Buffy, Spike made sure that no harm would come to the Slayer during whatever he and Angel had planned on doing to the suave jerk. With Buffy now safe, he looked at the Immortal with a blood thirsty grin.

"Now tell us what you did to her you Wanker! Or if you would prefer we could just skip the questioning and go right into the fighting," the vampire said not caring who was watching.


Edited at 2008-08-01 12:29 pm (UTC)
"Buffy...I'm sorry," Angel offered, glancing away from holding the Immortal in place. His voice was sincere for those words alone. "Someone's put a spell on you, so we're going to fix that." His gaze was hardened and focused back on the Immortal within seconds. However, the harder he glared, the harder that bastard smiled back at him.

"Let's get something straight here. I'm not Angelus, and I don't let people play games with me. Or Spike. And most definitely not with her. So start talking," Angel said, echoing Spike's earlier demand more or less. "Whatever you're doing to her, to Buffy, it stops here." He let his grip on the man slip away. After a hearty shove back into the wall, that is.



Edited at 2008-08-05 11:39 pm (UTC)
The Immortal stood with his hands up, smirking, while trying to play innocent in front of Buffy. It was far too easy. He let Angel shove him back into the wall, but he couldn't stop the chuckle from bubbling out of his perfectly shaped throat.

"A spell? You think I need a spell to get women to find me attractive?"

Buffy wasn't sure what part was more perplexing. Spike was alive, he was here with Angel, and they were both trying to protect her from The Immortal. No, no way.

"Hang on a second, Testosterone Duo. It's nice to see you both have flown half way around the world to save me but I'm fine, really." For some reason, she didn't think that was going to convince them. "It's not a spell."

He waited for some glimmer of realization to flicker across Angel's face before The Immortal laughed again, running his hand through his dark slicked-back hair. "I can't believe the two of you flew from the new world to save my own girlfriend, the Slayer, from me."

Buffy shot him a look to try and shut him up. "I think that we should keep the fighty-bitey faces to a minimum boys. In case you've all forgotten, you're in a bar full of Slayers right now. Someone better explain why you two are here and quick."
Spike refused to leave his spot between the two so called love birds. Spell or not, the Wanker was still dangerous and if anything imploded during their confrontation, he didn't want Buffy to get hurt.

Even though Buffy's voice sounded the same, he still found hard to believe that the slayer wasn't under the Immortal's thrall. So no matter what she said, Spike wasn't about to back off just because she told him too.

"You're going to have to ask Peaches about that, I just came along for the ride. I want to know why this soddin' Poof is trying to take advantage of the woman I love," Spike said; his attention never wavering from the Immortal's face.

He didn't care how many Slayers were in the room, Spike was about to get his revenge; for what the asshole did to the Slayer and for the last time Spike came up against the Immortal.


Edited at 2008-08-11 12:42 pm (UTC)
It was then that the swarm, the herd, the gaggle, the overwhelming outpouring of slayers spilled into their area. Enough stake-wielding super powered young girls to fill a Catholic school had been invited to this party. So, once the bristling conversation between the vampiric duo, their fearless leader, and Hottie McHunkypants began, they attracted more than a little attention from a dozen of the more curious girls.

"Spike? Blimey. You got to be kiddin' me. Ain't you dead?" a girl said, pushing through the crowd. She reached for his shirt as if her hand might go through it, but when she felt cloth, her face lit up with a smile.

"Who the hell is Spike?" another girl asked.

"You ain't heard the stories yet? He's a hero! The real gen-u-ine article. He saved us all from the Hellmouth openin' and swallowin' us all whole like a Venus Flytrap. 'Course, Sunnydale's still a big ol' crater, but..."

The girls murmured to each other about apocalypses, greatness, the amulet, 'the Spike', heroes and the like. Many an amazed look was cast Spike's way. And while they discussed the messianic vampire, one African girl turned to Angel.

"And who are you? Is he bothering you, Buffy?" she asked, looking between the two.
"You're sure...?" Angel asked to Buffy, looking a little sad as if someone had just informed him that Santa Claus would not be making a stop by his house this year. "I mean, spells are tricky. You wouldn't know when soemone's got you under one. And he's got no soul!"

Okay. Realistically. This guy had gotten Dru and Darla into bed at the same time. Was it really that hard to believe he had done the same to Buffy? Did he even want to think of that possibility? No. No, no and no. Then again, the way he had been like...sucking on her... okay, NO.

Angel had to look away from Buffy to put a stop to the vivid imagery his mind was coming up with. He pointed a finger to the at him and grumbled "Don't even. Stop flattering yourself, because the reason I'm here doesn't concern you. At all."

Before Angel could actually reveal more, and answer Buffy's question as to why they were here, with a very justified answer mind you, things got a bit public. Apparently, he was now right in the middle of the very first meeting of Spike's Official Fan Club. Hooray!

Angel's faced winced as he had to stand there and listen to the Slayer flock discuss in mass detail Spike, and how he had died saving the world, and blah blah blah. Great. Awesome. Spike rules. Make him a shrine. Go ahead. He saved the world ONCE.

When someone actually decided to notice there was a vampire who wasn't Spike in front of Buffy and her non-spell-casting chump, it didn't help. He didn't really know what to give the girl as an answer.

He really wanted to just turn around and punch the Immortal. Who was probably smiling even wider than before. Instead, he tried very hard not to do that, and looked down at the sweet little thing that had addressed him.

"I'm Angel. And I hope I'm not bothering her, because I really need to talk to her about her friend." He glanced to Buffy before adding, "In somewhere a little more private, please...?"


Edited at 2008-08-20 05:42 pm (UTC)
Buffy watched with an amusement she couldn't hide as the gaggle of slayers poked and prodded at Spike. Only a few of those who were there when he saved the world were still here. Most of the others had graduated long ago and were at different outposts around the world.

"Easy girls, try to leave him in one piece. We might need him."

Angel's face, on the other hand, was not nearly so cheery.

She felt bad that he learned about her new relationship this way. It wasn't what she wanted. Hell, it wasn't even anything serious! But it always hurt when one or the other of them started another new relationship.

"They both have souls so they won't bite. Trust me."

"Ha! A soul isn't the only factor in stopping that from happening," The Immortal muttered.

Buffy leaned in towards Angel and dropped her voice so that the girls wouldn't hear. "We aren't going to get much privacy here. We can talk back at the castle. There's plenty of extra rooms and then you don't have to pull the usual vanishing act." She glanced back at The Immortal who was watching the girls jump all over Spike with a shit eating grin.

"If that won't be too weird for you?"
He couldn’t believe it. The entire situation around him had taken a complete 180. One minute Spike was in the Immortal’s face ready to defend Buffy’s honor and then the next, he was surrounded by a gaggle of either prepubescent girls or jailbait. As they poked, prodded, and asked numerous questions; Spike lost sight of Buffy, The Immortal, and Angel.

If this had been any other time, he would have enjoy his little fan club but it wasn’t. Instead of having his revenge on the Pounce, Spike had to put his plans for killing the Immortal on the back burner. At least for now.

“Luvs, please one at a time,” the vampire said as he changed out of game face.

Even though the situation had changed drastically, Spike decided that it was time to enjoy himself, after all Angel could take of the Buffy situation for awhile. Besides Spike hadn't had any fun since coming back to the land of the unliving.

“Could one of you pets get me a beer,” Spike asked a he planned on taking full advantage of the situation that presented itself to him.


Edited at 2008-08-22 12:43 pm (UTC)
"It wouldn't be, but..." Yeah. There always was a "but..." wasn't there? Really, he had been flattered by the invitation. And if there was time to waste, he really would have liked to accepted it. Also, he wasn't quite sure, but being the present CEO of an Evil Lawfirm of Doom probably would register a night spent at Slayer Headquarters as a conflict of interest. "Like I said, I'm kidna here on business." Angel gave a quick point upward. "The vision I told you about? Time's running out."

"We do have more details though. It's not as bad for the rest of the world as I first thought, but..." Angel's voice trailed, and although it was difficult to afford a heart warming look for Buffy when he was surrounded by his arch-nemesis, Spike, and a flock of boisterous girls, he managed. "Not so good for the girl in the vision. We need to get her to LA, and she's going to need a friend."

"I really should be telling her that first, though..." Angel added, glancing around the crowd, his first real attempt to look for Willow since entering the party.
"Woah, slow down there champ."

She put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow, rather annoyed by the sudden intrusion on her happy-fun time to bother her friend.

"Will is totally fine here with her friends. There's no way I'm letting you barge in here and bother her when she's trying to have a good time."

She saw the effect that Willow's time in the dark had on her. She didn't touch her spell book for months. Then there was the blame she'd placed on herself... No chance. They weren't going to get her all riled up for no good reason.

"Unless your vision-guy saw something more than just her sitting peacefully and then a big boom, I'm not letting you snatch her up and fly her back to America."

Why was she so angry? It's not like he was going to force Willow to go if she didn't want to. Too many slayers-in-training to contend with.

She let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry. I just don't like the idea of a dark vision involving my best friend. We've had enough of those. If she wants to go, then I'm going with you."
A shy, mousey brunette, who had been enamoured by the combination of Spike's heroic deed and his good looks, heard the hero's request and snapped to attention.

“I will get it for you,” she shouted excitedly as she practically ran over some of the other slayers in order to get to the bar.

Spike looked over at Angel and Buffy from over the heads of the young women, trying to see what was going on. The Immortal was letting them be. Probably a good thing. He'd hate to have to ruin all the fun of being alive... er, re-undead again by starting things off with a fight. He'd been itching for an excuse to deck the prat for decades but this wasn't the time or place. Buffy and Angel were talking and things were starting to look a little too cozy for his liking. Unfortunately, with the swarm of intrigued females surrounding him, there wasn't much chance of ditching the sea of raging hormones and getting alone time with Buffy.

He'd talk to her later. When they could be alone.

Spike spied a couple of couches, not too far from Buffy, set against the wall. A trail of slayers followed the vampire as he sat down and put his feet up on a table. Beer bottles and cans fell to the floor with a clang.

The Slayers were hoping to hear about the final battle he had been through. Only a small percentage of them had been involved in that ultimate battle and they wanted to hear the stories Buffy wouldn't yet tell them.

“What happened in that final battle?” a tough looking girl asked.

“I want to know how you came back from the dead,” said a very young pink-haired slayer.

He hadn't had the undivided attention of this many women since he was mistaken for Billy Idol in the eighties. He gave them a evil smirk.

“Please, ladies, one question at a time,” he said as he leaned back on the couch.

The Slayers, however, were not about to back off. It was then that the brunette came back from the bar and thrust a bottle of beer at Spike.

“I hope you like imported,” whispered the usually quiet girl as she sat down next to Spike on the worn sofa.

“Thanks pet,” he chuckled as he opened the can. Who knew being a hero came with this many perks?

Once he had drunk the whole thing, Spike put the can down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The Slayers took the motion as a sign that he was ready to tell them the story and quickly crowded around him, hoping to learn all the gory details of the battle.

He stretched, letting his arm rest on the couch behind the brunette. “It’s a long story.”

“We’re not going anywhere. We want details. All the stuff Buffy hasn't told us yet,” the pink-haired girl said as she grabbed a chair and sat down.

"Hasn't told you?"

"No," the brunette shook her head, "Buffy said that we weren't ready to learn about the battle yet. Just that it was long, difficult, and our side won. That's all we really know."

A wicked grin crept across his lips. He had just been given an opportunity to teach them something their watchers were afraid to have them know. He wouldn't ruin Buffy's training, but having a fan club who hung on his every word was becoming... enjoyable.
He wasn't going to club her over the head and physically drag Willow back to Los Angeles against her will. Was that what Buffy thought he was here to do? That was never his plan. He had hoped to lure her with reason, but why couldn't he make Buffy see that? He tried not to seem surprised at the sudden aggressive turn of their only too public discussion. It seemed they couldn't even talk about anything more without things becoming heated. One way or the other.

"The visions are warnings, Buffy. They don't stay that way for long. This isn't just a random soul I have to make sure gets saved, it's Willow." His voice was strained. "She's my friend, too." She had been the one to return his soul to him not once, but twice after all. Buffy's bond with the girl might have been stronger, but that didn't mean he wanted to save her any less.

He'd been too late to act in the past. When it was a stranger he had failed to save, it had made him feel so horrible, so useless; he couldn't even imagine how he'd feel when he actually knew the person. He didn't want to.

"I don't like telling you any more than you like hearing it. But I have to," he leaned his face down close to her own, lowering his voice as he went on, "The powers that be never bothered to warn me about you, or anyone else that I lost who actually mattered to me. I ran around, letting them pull my strings, and they couldn't even drop me so much as a memo when you died." He hated to mention her death; the look on his face made that fact plain enough. He needed her to know how rare it was the PTB actually threw him a damn bone, and why it was so important he didn't let it go to waste.

"Let's just...let's find her," he said, as he straightened himself up. "I won't force her to do anything, but I can't sit and wait for the right time to tell her, either," he forced out a sigh, and glanced away from Buffy, suddenly realizing they weren't in a little void where only they alone existed. It was still way too easy to forget the rest of the world when Angel was around her. It was always going to be like that.

Stupid Immortal. If he could just punch him once, or twice. It wouldn't help Willow but hell, it'd at least put him in a better mood to talk to her.

"I did say she was going to need a friend, didn't I...?" he asked, glancing back at her as he started to make his way through what little of the crowd remained. The polite reminder that he had pretty much expected where Willow was going, Buffy would be following, was offered only to get the girl off the defensive.

"Let's just find Willow."

Edited at 2008-09-12 03:08 pm (UTC)

Putting all the characters I'm playing in one mega post

Buffy crossed her arms over her chest. Willow just couldn't be responsible for this kind of apocalypsey stuff. Not this time. There was no way she was going to abandon her friend at a time like this.

"Warnings schmornings. I don't believe that the vision your friend got is as clear as the PTB are leading you to believe. Something bigger is going on and I don't like it."

Angel's breath brushed against her neck as he leaned in, sending goosepimples across her skin. When she'd died there had been no pain, no suffering, no doubt. Just warm and brilliant light. She wasn't positive, but she was sure that it was like the way he used to make her feel. That's what she'd been looking for when she came back.

"I didn't see which way she went, but she can't be far. The place isn't that big." She looked back over her shoulder at Spike and the gaggle of young slayers. "Think he'll be okay on his own?"

Spike was in the midst of telling the girls all about the demons and the oh-so-very brave way he got right into the thick of it. Of course, in his version things were a little bit altered. He was more involved, more heroic. They wouldn't know the difference. He was so wrapped up in the story telling that he neglected to notice Angel and Buffy leaving the room.

The Immortal tilted his head to the side and winked at Buffy (and Angel) as she passed. He didn't need to follow her around like a puppy in order to prove she was his. Besides, he'd hear all about the gory details later. Hopefully in a way he might be able to use.

Leaving the rest of the group to their own devices, he headed out the back door and into the night. He had a few pressing matters to attend to back at his residence.
Angel didn't even need to glance Spike's way to know the guy was putting his fame to good use. "I think so, and if not he's got his own personal guard now. Might as well let him enjoy that for a little bit," he said with only a little hint of jealousy in his voice. When he saved the world he was lucky if all he got was a headache and a few scratches.

Angel carefully scanned the party, pausing only to glare when the Immortal tossed Buffy a little cutesy wink. He really, really, really hated that guy. Pretty much anyone who wanted to follow Willow to Los Angeles was going to be welcome to come-- except him. Thoughts about some mishap in International Airport Security, and legal documents, or a lack thereof, nearly twisted the glare into a smile. There'd definitely be a really uncomfortable full body search involved. By a really hairy guy named Lorenzo. It'd be just another abuse of Wolfram and Hart's power, but hey, how often does one get to be CEO of an evil law firm?

Turning his focus back on finding Willow, Angel made his way through the party. He suddenly stopped short, turning to Buffy before shifting his eyes upward. "She's upstairs," he said plainly, not bothering to explain how he had discerned her position. Vampire senses usually came off so, well, creepy. To the living at least.
She thought she was used to the vamp-senses by now but every time she witnessed them in action she felt a shiver run through her. It would be a useful skill for her side to have too.

She nodded, following Angel up the stairs without question. She wasn't going to be leaving Willow alone to figure this all out for herself.

((OOC: Sorry about the slow response. School eating brain. Anyway, you can post in the upstairs thread. I'm not sure if you were waiting on me.))
(OOC: poke. You can move them to the upstairs thread if you want. Or do one more post here finding Willow and then we can head up)
((OOC: Eep, my bad. I'll do 1 more post here that sets Buffy and Angel to crash the upstairs part of the party ASAP~))
Xander watched in uncomfortable amusement as the two vampires made their way to Buffy and His Creepiness. He turned to the rest of the group, which now included a confused looking Prue, and shrugged.

"Hey, wouldn't be a party without a good, old-fashioned bar fight." Xander's smile vanished at the sight of Giles' scowl and furrowed brow. "Hey, this party thing wasn't my idea. Pick your fight with the boyfriend. Well, after the exes are done with him, anyway."

Half listening to Xander's chattering, Giles scanned the floor looking for Willow. Not finding her among the hoards of girls in front of him, he looked up to the second level and caught a glimpse of Willow. He walked towards the staircase, stopped, and turned back to the group.

"Sorry. Miss Burkle, Doyle - this is Xander Harris. Excuse me."

With that, Giles turned and made his way upstairs. Xander smiled at his new acquaintances. "Can I get anybody a drink?"
Entering the pub on Doyle's arm, Fred had a smile on her face. That smile quickly diminished as everything unfolded. She knew the basics about the Spike/Buffy/Angel love triangle, so she could understand why both Angel and Spike were unhappy about seeing Buffy's smooches with another guy. She remembered what it was like to be part of a love triangle...how much pain there was for everyone involved. Of course, this was rapidly becoming a love square...

Fred put a stop to her mind ramblage as she was introduced to Xander Harris. She smiled, "Hi. I'm Miss Burkle---Fred. Not that you were going to assume that Doyle was me or anything...I just wanted you to call me something a little less formal...." She paused. "A drink would be nice."
People probably noted the shock written on Doyle's face by Angel's behavior. He didn't have time to blink after seeing him being friendly to Xander than going, as any ex-boyfriend would, to rip Buffy's new beau to shreds. He was amazed that neither vampire ran over Xander to get to their new target.

Oh yeah I love feeling out of the loop…

His brain finally got back on gear after Giles, thankfully, introduced Fred and him to Xander, properly. After the watcher left he turned his attention to the young man whom looked like a younger version of Marvel’s Nick Fury.

Doyle remembering his own manners he stuck out his hand to shake Xander’s, “Allan Doyle to be correct, but everyone just calls me Doyle.”

“I agree with Fred a drink would be nice right now,” he said. “Did Angel or Giles explain to you in further detail the real reason why we are here?”


((OOC:: I don't know who is next in the Xander-Prue-Fred-Doyle group, but I think it wouldn't hurt to start responding to each other's comments. They it was done in Hanepoo's first party post.^^ Plus too it gives our vampires a chance not to wait on their next turns as they make their way to Buffy and the Immortal.))

Edited at 2008-07-15 07:02 pm (UTC)
"Fred it is, then. You can just call me Xander." He smiled at her warmly as Prue announced her apprehensions.

"Worried? About those guys? Nah, they're the friendly, helpful sort of vampire." Xander could tell that Prue wasn't all that pleased with the explanation, but it was the truth, more or less.

"So, drinks for everyone, then!" Xander made his way towards the bar with his newly acquired entourage in tow. "Andre at the bar makes some very nice appletinis and he's great with the tap, if you're looking for the more traditional Scottish pub experience."

Finally at the bar, Xander caught the bartender's attention and quickly turned to Doyle.

"Yeah, Giles gave me the rundown on the cause for the trip. I'm thinking you're the vision guy?"
"Nice to meet you, Xander. Prue," Fred smiled, shaking Prue's hand. "An appletini sounds great." She followed Xander over to the bar and ordered the drink from Andre.

As Xander started a conversation with Doyle, Fred decided to start one with Prue. She had heard of Xander, but she had never heard Prue's name mentioned before. So, she turned to Prue and asked, "How do you know Buffy?"
Doyle who was leaning on bar standing next to Xander turned his serious face into a happy one when Prue introduced herself.

“Hello Prue,” he said to her and had to chuckle at Xander’s description of the vampires. “I’m positive that if they cause any trouble Buffy will put them in their place.” He told her reassuringly. At this point he didn’t care if putting them in their place meant killing them. Okay he understood Spike’s position, but Angel should have a little more control or finesse.

He noticed they were still having trouble getting threw the see of slayerettes and when he turned his attention back Fred was already in a conversation with the young girl. That’s when he noticed Xander had answered his question.

“Yes the original vision guide,” his Irish accent was great to carry emotions with so few words. “Good to hear you have been informed. Have you told Buffy and or Willow? I’m going out on a limb that this is a conversation have in a private.” He looked around the room once more for he couldn’t get any angle of the people upstairs.

“I was under the impression that we discuss the vision right away, but how can one say no to a party? I’m sure my other traveling companions won’t mind for a little delay. Especially when have run off to act like asses,” Doyle paused before continuing. “Pardon my language ladies.” “Now where was I? Ah right talking about our two vampire friends acting as five year olds.”

“This is coming to sound dumb, but what’s an Immortal?” Doyle asked Xander.
Xander smiled in the direction of Prue and Fred, glad that they were otherwise occupied. He needed a minute to talk to Doyle, after all.

"An Immortal? Er, honestly, I'm not too sure what his story is. He gives me the heebie jeebies, I'll tell you that much. Something's not kosher about that guy, and it's got nothing to do with his breakfast choices."

Taking the beer that Andre left for him, Xander leaned over the bar and spoke quietly.

"Yeah, about the vision. I know that Buffy knows the gist of it, and I got a pretty good idea of it from Giles, but Willow doesn't know. Well, actually..."

He looked up to the floor above noting Giles, Dawn, and Willow. "She might by now. The sooner we deal with this, the better. Honestly, though, I think a few more drinks might be necessary."

Edited at 2008-07-26 02:31 am (UTC)
"Um, one of Buffy's friends from back in the, uh, the States introduce me to her."

"Gotcha. I haven't actually met her yet, but I've heard a lot about her. Being the Slayer kinda gives you a big repuation in the supernatural world. That, and dying twice---pretty impressive."

The bartender dropped off her appletini and Fred took a sip.

"...Is that allowed in the Slayer handbook?"

"Oh well, Spike and Angel are different than most vampires---they have souls. They're good. Well, Angel is good. I don't really know Spike, but...he has a soul. Anyway, I'm just saying...the circumstances are kind of different for them." She didn't even begin to explain the whole 'Buffy dated both of them' situation. It was too complicated. Plus, maybe Buffy didn't want that information spread around. Private life separate from business life. She understood that.
"I agree," as he too finally got a better angle upstairs. "It's getting a little too crowded for me down here." Doyle with his beer in one hand made a motion to move towards the stairs.

He waved and caught Fred’s attention that Xander and he were going up. That way she at least knew where he be incase of an emergency; like trying to stop on hot blonde slayer from killing Angel. Since the vampire in question was playing the role of one jealous ex boyfriend while Spike played the other jealous ex. Sounded like a bad episode from Melrose Place.

Doyle let Xander take the lead to get through the crowd of slayerettes as they made their way to the stairs.

“Is there any kind of booths up there for us to get some privacy?” He asked young man.


((OOC:: Sorry for the delayed response. I got busy and I lost track of time. Xander and Doyle are moving away from this part of thread post. Though we aren't popping onto upstairs yet. Just to let Prue and Fred know that it next time around for the characters to stay within their own conversations.))

Edited at 2008-08-07 07:16 pm (UTC)
"Sure, there should be somewhere a little less estrogen-y up there. Actually, I think we're being beckoned."

Xander turned to Doyle and indicated Giles, who was pointing towards a corner of the building. "The big guy must be ready for us. Hope you brought your 3" by 5"s, cause it's time for the Q&A."

He arrived at the staircase and stepped aside, gesturing for Doyle to lead the way. "Please, women and Vision Guys first."

((OOC: Just a little FYI: Xander and Doyle are going to be joining the upstairs thread after the next cycle of posting.))
Fred shook her head, "No, I'm not a Slayer, just a science and math geek. I work for Angel---the tall, dark, and brooding vampire with a soul. He took over this evil law firm and I'm the head of the Science Division..."

She paused, as it was obvious something was on Prue's mind. When Prue's facial expression turned to that of shock, Fred couldn't help but ask, "Is everything all right?" She wasn't quite sure where the shock was coming from. Did she say something wrong?

"Please, women and Vision Guys first."

"Oh, must be time to explain the whole vision-that-led-us-here thing to everyone else," she said to no one imparticular. She started to follow Doyle, while looking back at Prue, making sure everything was all right.