WLReunion Challenge #6 Mini Big Bang

[spuffy_noelle]

Title: Price Tag
Author: Noelle
Rating: PG
Characters: Dawn, Xander
Words: 258
Summary: Set post-Chosen.
Prompt: Xander, thrift shop; "And I'm like, yo, that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt." given to me by virtual_toast
Written For: Challenge #6 Mini Big Bang in wlreunion
Art By: craterdweller

The first stop they make after Sunnydale is Los Angeles.  They settle into The Hyperion and quickly begin patching up the wounded.  Can’t lose anyone else. Buffy’s wound is already healing on its own—a perk of being the slayer.  Or a slayer now as weird as that is.

Xander lets Angel lead him to the room he’ll be staying in, but he draws the line at accepting a fresh shirt from the vampire.  It isn’t because he’s a vampire—not when the last vampire he’d hated died to save them all—but because it’s Angel and no one can hold a grudge like Xander Harris.

Fred directs him to the nearest clothing store.  Dawn volunteers to go with him.  Xander suspects Dawn isn’t entirely comfortable around Angel, either.  Especially not when the vampire she’d loved like a brother once upon a time was gone for good.

After twenty minutes of browsing they had it narrowed down to two shirts.  A not-so-fancy button down and a cotton tee with the least amount of “bling” on it (his word, not Dawn’s).

“All right.  Let’s just get the tee and go.  How much is it?”

Dawn quickly looks at the price tag.  “$49.50.”

Xander’s eyes practically bug out of their sockets.  Shaking his head he pulls out his wallet, checking the contents inside.  “Well, I’ve only got twenty bucks.”

Dawn shrugs, placing the shirts back on the rack.  “I think we passed a thrift shop a few blocks back.”

“Remind me to go to the ATM before the next apocalypse.”



Title: A Little Late Night Fang
Author: Noelle
Rating: PG
Characters: Buffy, Spike
Words: 127
Summary: Season 7. Set after Spike and Buffy take the potentials to the demon bar in “Potential.”
Written For: Challenge #6 Mini Big Bang in wlreunion
Art By: craterdweller

Buffy padded down the stairs as quietly as she could, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping potentials. The soft glow of the television illuminated the living room and Spike, who was sprawled out on the couch getting his fill of late night television. Slipping into the kitchen, she filled a glass with water before making her way over to the couch.

Spike looked up at her. She raised a brow at his choice of programming. Of course he’d be watching re-runs of Mary Tyler Moore. He shrugged, moving his feet to make room for her to sit.

“How’d you manage to snag the couch?”

Spike smirked. “A little fang goes a long way.”

She shot him a look, but couldn’t keep herself from grinning. “Liar.”

Comments

[virtual-toast.livejournal.com]

ahhhh that was great! :D I'm so happy you used my prompt, haha!

[spuffy-noelle.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the great prompt! I had to laugh every time I thought of Xander and that song LOL