Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Xander Appreciation #9: 'Cause he's a flying buttress of support - Page 16

**ashleyt** · 07-08-2009, 09:02 AM

Maybe she's busy

fresley4ever · 07-08-2009, 09:12 AM

Yeah maybe.

buffy4ever · 07-08-2009, 06:42 PM

Can't wait for another update.

fresley4ever · 07-08-2009, 10:14 PM

I can't either.

Sosa Lola · 07-09-2009, 09:59 AM

Sorry for the lateness, guys! I was quite busy with RL in the past two days *blush*

Part 10 B:

There was a long line in front of the club entrance. It didn’t seem like it was moving. Xander flashed a wide grin at Spike. “Aww, guess our guy-turned-girl night out is a bust.” He faked a pout, then grinned again.

“Why’s that?” Spike asked, nonchalant.

“Look,” Xander said, pointing at the bulky bouncer. “No way can we get in. That-- is not letting anyone through.”

Spike smirked. “Watch the master. Follow me.”

Xander shook his head scornfully and followed. No way could Spike work his way out in this one. Xander was going to be treated with a nice sight of Spike humiliation. Finally, life was going to be on Chick Xander’s side.

Unfortunately for Xander, life had its own plans in mind – and ‘his side’ was not in them. For no more than a minute later, he found himself blinking as he stared at the inside of the dark club. He turned to Spike whining, “How the hell did you do that?”

Spike looked smug. “Called using your charm, mate.” He tilted his head, curiously. “You know what that is, right?”

Xander looked back at the door, still not believing how the giant man had easily let both of them in. “Whoa, that never happened to me before,” Xander said, taken aback. “And I have a kick ass Slayer for a best friend.”

“Well, now, ducks, you have kick ass body for a friend.”

Xander knew he should have felt degraded. But, since he wasn’t really a woman, he beamed. “Thanks.” Then he noticed what the people who weren’t sitting on the few tables and at the bar were doing.

“What are they doing?” he asked.

“Dancing.”

“That’s dancing?” Xander said, mouth gaping. It looked more like an unidentifiable mesh of bodies grinding against each other.

Spike shook his head with a snort. “Been living under a square rock there, mate?”

Xander was too shocked by the sight of two women rubbing their bodies together to be offended.

“Stick with me, kid.” If Xander went on a limb, he would think that Spike was having fun on his expense. “And I’ll even show ya how to get some free booze.”

“You’ve done this before?” He pointed up and down at Spike’s body. “When you didn’t look like this?”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “For an effeminate man, you’re pretty blind, aren’t you?” He walked towards the dance floor and stood at the edge for a few seconds, looking impatiently at Xander. "Get your butt out here!" was barely heard over the blaring thumping music.

Xander stumbled forwards. Standing before Spike, he looked a little nervous. "So… what first?"

"Pretend I'm a chick."

"You are!" Xander said confidently with a triumphant grin.

Spike did not roll his eyes but he did purse his lips. "In your head, Harris. You still think of me as the hunk of vamp meat I was."

Xander, on the other hand, did roll his eyes.

Spike poked him lightly on the forehead. "Look into my eyes, poof. See the chit."

Xander narrowed his eyes, looking into Spike's. He sighed a few moments later. "They're the same as they were. All blue and stuff."

Spike let out a small warning growl. "Limp for brain, pretend I'm not Spike. I'm some female you met in a bar and want to shag."

"We call them girls or women these last decades."

"Hardy-har-har. Why bother." Spike started off but a hand stopped him.

"No, wait, Spike."

"What?" Spike hissed.

Xander opened his mouth then closed it. "I don’t know."

"Uggh. You know, Anyanka should've shrunk your penis and balls, seeing as how little you use them."

Xander glared deadly at Spike. "I don't have a penis anymore. Don’t cha' think that's worse?"

"You want me to teach you how to dance or not?"

Xander's mouth flapped open. "Aaah, so that's what you wanted." He seemed to think for a moment, his eyes shifting to look at those still grinding, sweaty women. He shrugged all casual-like. "Sure."

Spike heaved a sigh, knowingly. Xander let out a faint leer as he headed to the section of the dance floor closest to those women.

"Excuse me," a voice stopped Xander short. He looked back and saw the source of the voice –a tall, blond man- leaning towards Spike. "I couldn't help but notice you standing here alone and thought to ask you for a dance." He flashed a wide white grin.

Xander felt a giggle rise up in his throat and turned anticipating the great spectacle that was Spike thoroughly humiliating the man as he turned him down.

"Okay."

Xander's jaw dropped open. His mind was screaming, OKAY?! But he couldn't form the words out loud.

Spike, noticing Xander's distress, turned with a bashful look on his pretty face. "Don’t worry, Xandra, this will only take a song." He threw a smile over his shoulder and turned with a flourish and a twist to his hips.

As Spike walked away -hand in arm- and with the guy's voice floating to Xander, "Oh, you're British, that's so sexy…"

Xander gritted his teeth. The jerk was having fun on his expense.

~*~*~*~

Twenty minutes later, Xander was sipping his light beer at the bar, watching Spike twist in the middle of four men to that seemingly eternal one song. He had strong suspicions that the DJ was in on it. Xander sighed into his drink and shook away the persistent voice that was hounding him to partake in one of those bubbly colorful fruity drinks that women drink now that he was one of them. Xander was strong in the face of this stereotype.

Three seconds before Xander fell under the pressure of what he insisted was womanly hormones overtaking his brain and asked for a colorful bubbly, Spike flopped down with a tired laugh and a little stretch. Xander did not fail to notice how the bartender's eyes zeroed in on Spike's low cut burgundy top. He now was sure that he would not grace the perv bartender with ordering one of those surely expensive drinks. He finally snapped his own eyes from Spike's bust when a male voice asked for a dance.

"Spike…" Xander waved at him to bring him to the attention of yet another suitor.

"Xandra, it's rude to ignore someone when they're talking to you." Spike teased with a cute laugh.

Xander barely spoke past "No one is…" when the voice next to him nearly made him jump. And it wasn't because his butt was numb from all the sitting.

"Zandra, that's a pretty name."

"Who…?" Xander turned his eyes from the olive green ones to encouraging blue ones. "Yeah, that's me. Mom thought she was a hippy."

"So, you didn't answer my question." Olive grinned widely, showing a set of very clean and white teeth, much better than Tall Blond Accent Chaser Guy's.

Xander fluttered his lashes. He turned a suspicious eye towards Spike when he suspected he heard a choked laughter but Spike was merely sipping what seemed like whiskey – busy distracting the bartender from his job.

Xander threw his hair to the back. He remembered Cordelia doing that a lot. "I guess that's my song then." The guy flashed him another grin and helped him down from the stool.

Xander cast a smug look Spike's way. "Save my seat, Wilma." He was mature enough not to stick out his tongue. Especially since he thought his guy looked twice as hot as all those four put together.

~*~*~*~

Xander giggled into his green apple bubbly drink. "Did you see me out there, Spike? I rocked the dance floor. And I didn't trip on my heels more than two times." That one time Olive caught him didn’t count.

Spike nodded. "Yeah, you were a real dirty dancer."

"And you better know it too." Xander sipped the cool drink confidently, really pleased with himself. He almost choked when he caught himself on the small mirror the woman next to him used when applying a coat of lip gloss. He looked like one of those girl next door chicks who felt overconfident when some guy said two words to them. How pathetic.

He glanced at Spike, who gracefully drank another glass of something strong, sending bored stares toward Pervert Bartender. So many guys had asked him to dance, and he still acted blasé.

Xander looked down at his drink, and then pushed it away. He turned his body to face the dance floor and mentally scowled at himself for acting like such a girl.

A buffed up guy was walking toward him. Xander's eyes widened at the sight of scary tattoos coving his muscled upper arms and the thick beard accentuating his butch features. Was he going to ask him to dance? No, he'd say no this time. Enough with acting all girly like. He was still a man on the inside. Yep, he'd reject him, for no other reason but to save his manly ego.

His eyes couldn't leave the skull shaped tattoo.

He lifted his chin up and readied himself to let down the man easy.

But the guy stood next to him, and yelled an order for a couple of beer glasses. Was he ordering one for Xander? Maybe he thought his looks wouldn't be enough to lure Xander, he'd have to buy his approval.

However, when the orders were brought to him, he grabbed the first glass and drank it hungrily, then took the other one and gulped at it with happiness.

Xander felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment before he realized that it was all in his head. No one noticed.

The sounds of gulps stirred his bladder to life, and he turned towards Spike. He shut his mouth when Spike was engrossed with another flirting session with another cool dude that didn't look like a biker moonlighting as a wrestler.

Xander frowned at himself. He wasn't about to ask Spike to tag along to the restroom, was he? That was what girls did, and Xander wasn't one. On the inside.

The Ladies Room was so crowded with woman holding all manners of conversation like it was a reception area, Xander almost didn’t come in. That must have been the reason why girls didn't venture into this den without a companion. He looked at the lonely walls, wishing for a simple no delay urinal. Men had it way easier.

After what felt like an hour in the over perfumed bathroom, Xander headed back to his seat, feeling like life was sucked out of him. He caught Olive chatting with Spike. Was he looking for Xander? He sighed. He had enough of this game; he really shouldn't lead the guy on. Besides, the guy didn’t even have the good manners to give him his name.

Hurrying his steps, he stopped short when he heard the ridiculed laugh. "Aw, c'mon, I danced with your little friend. Now you need to keep your end of the deal."

Something inside Xander snapped. He didn't need a mirror to know his face looked like someone just slapped him, hard. And not because one of the ‘ladies’ in the bathroom insisted he looked pale and needed a fresh coating of war paint.

Spike looked Olive up and down, lips formed an attractive smile.

“Did we shake on something? All I remember is me pointing out that you might find your jollies with my friend there.”

Olive wasn’t deterred and tried his best flirting techniques – Xander had first hand account of how good they were, but Spike was the master of dismissals. He didn’t even pause with a particularly inventive one - not that Xander had a few minutes before.

Xander broke out of his jumbled thoughts when he felt something pinch his ass. He was three steps closer to his destination before it actually hit him what happened. Deciding to use this new incident as fuel to his fire, he forged forward – smartly bypassing a frat boy with two jugs of beer without incident.

Spike was a little startled when he noticed Xander standing near him, fuming with rage.

"So, that was a pity dance?" Xander asked, tightening his fists.

Unexpectedly, Spike's expression dissolved into a smirk. "You're welcome."

If looks could burn, Spike’s head would have combusted into flames from Xander’s furious glare. "I don't need your pity. I can get a guy to notice me just fine." He stalked towards the dance floor.

"Tad too early for that time of month, aint it?" Spike called at the rigid back, amusement in his voice.

Xander turned around and gave him the finger – giving more sense to Dawn’s particular choice of ring finger. Barely taking in the impressed look on Spike’s face, he quickly disappeared into the mass of people.

fresley4ever · 07-09-2009, 10:22 AM

That is okay. Oh BTW someone a few pages back wanted to be added to the list.

Sosa Lola · 07-09-2009, 10:28 AM

Okay, I'll put them in it

fresley4ever · 07-09-2009, 10:43 AM

Okay cool.

Moscow Watcher · 07-10-2009, 03:01 AM

Hey, guys,

Voting is open at WKA (summer 2009 round) - award site, dedicated to Xander Harris.

White Knight Awards for Xander Fanfiction

If you read and loved some of the nominated stories, here's your chance to encourage the authors.

Sosa Lola · 07-10-2009, 10:50 AM

I've already voted, thanks, Moscow

It's time for your, guys, to vote for your favorite stories

buffy4ever · 07-10-2009, 01:37 PM

I'd vote, but I didn't read most of those stories.

Great update. I really liked it.

fresley4ever · 07-10-2009, 02:18 PM

Thanks

Sosa Lola · 07-11-2009, 12:11 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by buffy4ever (View Post)

I'd vote, but I didn't read most of those stories.

Great update. I really liked it.

If you like our story. It's nominated in the Unfinished Fic category, the last one. It's called: La Femme Spander.

fresley4ever · 07-11-2009, 12:15 AM

That is really cool.

buffy4ever · 07-11-2009, 11:08 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sosa Lola (View Post)

If you like our story. It's nominated in the Unfinished Fic category, the last one. It's called: La Femme Spander.

Great, I'll vote for it right now.