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agilebritTitle: About Last Night
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
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tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Takes place the morning after "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." To recap, for those who haven't read that bit of silliness, a drunken Spike knocked on Fred's door in the wee hours, Jack Daniels was consumed, strip kitten poker was played, Spike passed out after losing, and Fred tied his naked self to her bed and sicced a Tickle Demon on him.
Fred banged her sore head on her desk. What on Earth had she been thinking? And what must Spike be thinking? Why hadn't she just tossed a blanket over him and crashed? Nooo...she had to have her fun. She reminded herself to never drink that much again.
A timid knock sounded on her window. Oh, crap, it was Spike. And he looked...sheepish? Where was the cocky vampire she was used to? "Look, about last night--" they said in unison, then stopped, confused.
What funny things connect us, she thought later, as they shared breakfast in the break room.
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.Notes: Takes place the morning after "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." To recap, for those who haven't read that bit of silliness, a drunken Spike knocked on Fred's door in the wee hours, Jack Daniels was consumed, strip kitten poker was played, Spike passed out after losing, and Fred tied his naked self to her bed and sicced a Tickle Demon on him.
Fred banged her sore head on her desk. What on Earth had she been thinking? And what must Spike be thinking? Why hadn't she just tossed a blanket over him and crashed? Nooo...she had to have her fun. She reminded herself to never drink that much again.
A timid knock sounded on her window. Oh, crap, it was Spike. And he looked...sheepish? Where was the cocky vampire she was used to? "Look, about last night--" they said in unison, then stopped, confused.
What funny things connect us, she thought later, as they shared breakfast in the break room.
