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Happy, Texas	By : Dee12 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 1211 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Setting: Season 4 Implied. A couple of things you need to know about the AU setting: Here�s the deal: lets pretend that Spike never made it to Sunnydale and got that nasty government chip, oh and that he and Dru resided in LA instead of Brazil. It�s fun to pretend isn�t it children? Yes, lets all suspend that utter disbelief � just let it go�

Author�s Note: I may have posted this on this site a long time ago (can�t remember) under the penname �Desire�. So consider this a repost and not some horrible act of plagiarism (Dee = Desire, same person). This is technically, the first real piece of fiction I�d ever written. Since, in my head anyway, I�m a better writer now then I was when I wrote this, I decided to clean it up a bit, and change some things that I don�t think work now �but hey, don�t let this note scare you off *smile*. The story�s completed (I�ll be posting the rest soon) and is the first part in three stories, but to save my self from posting overload, I�m squashing them all together.

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Booze and Busses

What was it with these women in Texas? Did they actually think big teased hair made them more attractive? Classier? Even a little bit desirable?!

He eyed some of the women that sauntered in and out of the bar; one in particular that had taken a seat a few stools down from him. She casually flirted with some guy in a NASCAR shirt, while playing with stray beer nuts in the basket in front of her. Her hair was a bleached rat�s nest and the low-cut top she wore revealed more than a few stretch marks, but he checked her out anyway. He hadn�t seen any play in weeks, though it felt more like months � maybe it was months�

Oh well, this truck stop bitch was better than nothing.

"Barkeep! Could use another round here."

The bartender eyed him warily, but poured more drink into the five, empty shot glasses sitting before him.

He downed two of them and took the time to savor the way the liquor burned the back of his throat. His brain was a foggy haze of bourbon, scotch, and tequila and the faint bitter taste of salt and lemon still clung to his tongue�

His sense of taste hadn�t altogether disappeared � obviously he wasn�t drunk enough.

Looming over a basket of congealed hot wings, he picked one up and �studied� it before licking off the sauce and dropping it back into the basket.

"Funny thing is, I thought if I could just go back and be the man I was, everything would be fine, you know?"

"Mmm-hmm," the man sitting next to him mumbled and propped his head up in his hand.

He had come to the bar tonight just to have a few drinks before heading home and instead ended up being a sounding board for a freak. White-blonde hair, black clothing, Doc Marten boots, and a leather duster despite the ninety-degree weather � this guy had to be one of those pussy Goth kids. He�d heard about those kind of people, devil worshippers most of them, and he briefly wondered if he should call the police.

"But, she was just � just different. Quieter, distant, not accepting any of my presents � and those were damn good presents!"

"I bet they were."

"Do you know have any idea how bloody hard it is to get the still-beating heart of a virgin?! Well, I did it, and in Southern California no less! Must�ve found the last sodding virgin in the state, and does she appreciate it?!" He angrily slammed his fist onto the bar top, rattling the glasses, "Does she?!"

"Um, no?"

"Exactly!" he said a trace of bitter venom in his voice. "Barkeep, another round here�" He paused, turning to his companion and tried hard to focus on his face through the alcoholic haze, "What -- what�s your name again?"

"Stanley."

"Right, Stanley." He nodded as if it had all just come back to him. "You got a girl, Stanley?"

"I have a wife�"

"A wife?" He smiled drunkenly, "Well, isn�t that just peachy keen, Stan�" Another chicken wing in hand, he repeated his sauce licking ritual and dumped it unceremoniously back into the basket. "You buy your wife presents, Stan? Nice little �I love you� gifts?"

"Yeah, sometimes�" Stanley nodded, "once, I took her out to eat at the Olive Garden for our anniversary."

"That�s downright decent of you! Honestly, I�m impressed � two hard working people such as yourselves enjoying the �taste of Italy�. Tell me did your wife --what�s her name?" Spike asked feigning interest. This was the mosnvernversation he�d had since arriving here, and he was lonely and bitter enough to keep it going, even if Stanley seemed liked a boring ponce.

"Gl."
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