Scrolling through all of my numbers, saw your name and I couldn't refuse
[Did you drink and dial? -Sideways]
little_msnobody and youmadea_bear used with permission
When her phone rings at three in the morning, her stomach sinks like a cannonball even before she answers it. Nothing good ever happens at three in the morning. The caller ID on the phone says it’s Dawn and she sits upright in bed, turning on the bedside light, despite Danny being asleep next to her.
“Dawnie, what’s wrong?” She’s just about to bolt out of bed when she hears the giggle. She sighs and flops back against the bed, switching off the light. “Dawnie…did you drink and dial?” She supposes it’s one of the downfalls of having a baby sister old enough to drink.
“Spike took me out dancing,” Dawn says amid a riot of giggles.
“Spike let you drink too much,” Buffy chastises, forever their mother with Dawn. “You need to take some aspirin and drink a lot of water. Go to bed.”
Dawn barely covers the mouth of the phone and Buffy can hear something, possibly Dawn’s head, hitting the floor. There’s a mumbled ow and the hand Dawn had covering the phone slips away. The phone hits the floor. The conversation is muted but clear enough.
“Come on, Pet, ought to get you to bed.”
“Only if you come with me.”
Buffy’s eyes go wide and she’s out of bed, pacing the floor. She almost speaks up but decides that she’ll learn more if she keeps her mouth shut.
“Pet, don’t think we oughta go there with you in this sorta condition.”
There are sounds of scuffling and some more thumps and bumps. There’s a loud skidding sound and an oops. There are more scrambling noises.
“Luv, let’s get you into bed. I’ll take care of the phone.”
“Noooooo ‘cause then I’ll fall asleep and I’ll forget I’m tryin’ to seduce you.”
More scuffling and scratching followed by a drunken, victorious cry of “Got it!”
“Buuuu-ffy,” Dawn annunciates each letter. “I gotta go ‘cause I’m tryin’ to get Spike to screw me.”
Buffy takes a deep breath, getting ready to unleash hell on Dawn and Spike when the blond vampire comes on the line.
“Before you start yelling, Slayer, m’not going to do anything but get her in bed. Guilty of a lot of things but taken advantage of Platelet innit one of ‘em.”
Spike’s words take most of her fire away and she sighs. “I would pull your entrails out , wear them as a necklace and then rip your head off to wear as a hat.”
“Nice imagery, Pet,” Spike smirks. “Oh bloody hell, she’s pukin’ and she’s wearin’ my coat.”
The phone gets dropped again and Buffy can hear Spike’s bellow loud and clear. She hangs up with a grin. The entire conversation was almost worth it.
little_msnobody and youmadea_bear used with permission
When her phone rings at three in the morning, her stomach sinks like a cannonball even before she answers it. Nothing good ever happens at three in the morning. The caller ID on the phone says it’s Dawn and she sits upright in bed, turning on the bedside light, despite Danny being asleep next to her.
“Dawnie, what’s wrong?” She’s just about to bolt out of bed when she hears the giggle. She sighs and flops back against the bed, switching off the light. “Dawnie…did you drink and dial?” She supposes it’s one of the downfalls of having a baby sister old enough to drink.
“Spike took me out dancing,” Dawn says amid a riot of giggles.
“Spike let you drink too much,” Buffy chastises, forever their mother with Dawn. “You need to take some aspirin and drink a lot of water. Go to bed.”
Dawn barely covers the mouth of the phone and Buffy can hear something, possibly Dawn’s head, hitting the floor. There’s a mumbled ow and the hand Dawn had covering the phone slips away. The phone hits the floor. The conversation is muted but clear enough.
“Come on, Pet, ought to get you to bed.”
“Only if you come with me.”
Buffy’s eyes go wide and she’s out of bed, pacing the floor. She almost speaks up but decides that she’ll learn more if she keeps her mouth shut.
“Pet, don’t think we oughta go there with you in this sorta condition.”
There are sounds of scuffling and some more thumps and bumps. There’s a loud skidding sound and an oops. There are more scrambling noises.
“Luv, let’s get you into bed. I’ll take care of the phone.”
“Noooooo ‘cause then I’ll fall asleep and I’ll forget I’m tryin’ to seduce you.”
More scuffling and scratching followed by a drunken, victorious cry of “Got it!”
“Buuuu-ffy,” Dawn annunciates each letter. “I gotta go ‘cause I’m tryin’ to get Spike to screw me.”
Buffy takes a deep breath, getting ready to unleash hell on Dawn and Spike when the blond vampire comes on the line.
“Before you start yelling, Slayer, m’not going to do anything but get her in bed. Guilty of a lot of things but taken advantage of Platelet innit one of ‘em.”
Spike’s words take most of her fire away and she sighs. “I would pull your entrails out , wear them as a necklace and then rip your head off to wear as a hat.”
“Nice imagery, Pet,” Spike smirks. “Oh bloody hell, she’s pukin’ and she’s wearin’ my coat.”
The phone gets dropped again and Buffy can hear Spike’s bellow loud and clear. She hangs up with a grin. The entire conversation was almost worth it.