Drabble: Cocktail Frankness (Spike/Buffy) FRT/PG
*bites nails* Hi! I am completely new here, so please bear with me. I come bearing fic, though. It's a timestamp in my Come Pouring Down Unified 'verse, but I think it can be enjoyed on its own as well, so those of you who haven't read my one and only official Spuffy epic don't need to pass it by. Anyway, I shall stop stalling and get to the fic:
Title: Cocktail Frankness
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: FRT/PG
Word Count: 348
Setting: The Come Pouring Down Unified 'verse. (Post NFA, no comic canon whatsoever.)
Summary/Prompt: Spike has strong opinions about food. Vienna
Cocktail Frankness
“I’ve been to Vienna and the sausages there taste nothing like this shite,” Spike groused, scornfully discarding the hors d’oeuvre he’d just spat out. “Can’t believe you would even serve these to a dog, let alone our clients.”
He was about to go on, making further disparaging comments about whatever slop this was fouling Angel’s rather decent silver trays when Buffy cut him off. “Dawn made these.”
Oh bollocks. “What the hell was Niblet doing making hors d’oeuvres? Not like we don’t have the money to have this shindig catered.” That was an understatement. Red’s marketing skills had made the agency more successful than ever. He’d even thanked her for the Mercedes… well, sort of. Sentiment wasn’t his style. That car was, though.
“She thought a caterer would be too impersonal. You know she feels our clients are like family.” Buffy set down the tray she’d been fussing with and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek. “Would it kill you to say something nice about the food?” Her hand moved lower… lower…
Yeah, he was whipped. With a growl, he pulled Buffy into a kiss. Would have been nice to… but no. “It’s almost time for the party. We can finish this later.” Bugger.
“All right, luv, but you owe me.”
“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise,” she said with a coy wink.
Some noise from out in the lobby told him that guests had begun to arrive. He straightened his tux and sighed. “Let’s take these ranci… delicious little treats out to the starving helpless then.” Buffy gathered up a couple of trays and he followed suit, watching her walk out of the kitchen, her taffeta-encased arse swaying deliciously the whole time, writing checks her body would bloody well be cashing later tonight… and well on into the morning. With another sigh, he joined her out there with the huddled masses whose problems they solved. He even managed to smile at Dawn as he nibbled gingerly on one of those wretched pink things, the so-called Vienna sausages.
What a vampire did for love…
The End.
Title: Cocktail Frankness
Author: Gabrielle
Rating: FRT/PG
Word Count: 348
Setting: The Come Pouring Down Unified 'verse. (Post NFA, no comic canon whatsoever.)
Summary/Prompt: Spike has strong opinions about food. Vienna
Cocktail Frankness
“I’ve been to Vienna and the sausages there taste nothing like this shite,” Spike groused, scornfully discarding the hors d’oeuvre he’d just spat out. “Can’t believe you would even serve these to a dog, let alone our clients.”
He was about to go on, making further disparaging comments about whatever slop this was fouling Angel’s rather decent silver trays when Buffy cut him off. “Dawn made these.”
Oh bollocks. “What the hell was Niblet doing making hors d’oeuvres? Not like we don’t have the money to have this shindig catered.” That was an understatement. Red’s marketing skills had made the agency more successful than ever. He’d even thanked her for the Mercedes… well, sort of. Sentiment wasn’t his style. That car was, though.
“She thought a caterer would be too impersonal. You know she feels our clients are like family.” Buffy set down the tray she’d been fussing with and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek. “Would it kill you to say something nice about the food?” Her hand moved lower… lower…
Yeah, he was whipped. With a growl, he pulled Buffy into a kiss. Would have been nice to… but no. “It’s almost time for the party. We can finish this later.” Bugger.
“All right, luv, but you owe me.”
“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise,” she said with a coy wink.
Some noise from out in the lobby told him that guests had begun to arrive. He straightened his tux and sighed. “Let’s take these ranci… delicious little treats out to the starving helpless then.” Buffy gathered up a couple of trays and he followed suit, watching her walk out of the kitchen, her taffeta-encased arse swaying deliciously the whole time, writing checks her body would bloody well be cashing later tonight… and well on into the morning. With another sigh, he joined her out there with the huddled masses whose problems they solved. He even managed to smile at Dawn as he nibbled gingerly on one of those wretched pink things, the so-called Vienna sausages.
What a vampire did for love…
The End.