(Bronze. Xander & Anya and Willow & Tara are dancing. Buffy sits by herself. Spike comes up to her and starts talking)

SPIKE: Bleedin' crime, is what it is. Jackin' up the bar price to pay for fixin' up this sinkhole. Not my fault insurance doesn't cover act of troll.

BUFFY: Gee, maybe it's time you found a new place to patronize.

SPIKE: I've half a mind to! Especially since the flowering onion got remodeled off the sodding menu. 'S the only thing this place had going for it.

BUFFY: (frowns) What are you doing?

SPIKE: (frowns) Wha, what do you mean what am ... I ...

BUFFY: Here? At this table? Talking to me. Like we're some kind of talking buddies.

SPIKE: Well, I saw you ... sitting here alone. Thought, I don't know, you could, maybe do with a bit of, uh, you know, company.

(Buffy raises her eyebrows at him. Spike frowns.)

SPIKE: Suit yourself! Although... It's just, we took on that Glory chippie together, I was right there with you, fightin' the fight.

BUFFY: Actually, you were sleeping the sleep of the knocked unconscious.

SPIKE: Still, points for intent. You'd think that would be enough to cut me a sliver of slack. Earn a little consideration, respect.

(the gang returns from the dance floor to rejoin Buffy)

XANDER: Hey, uh, Evil Dead, you're in my seat.

SPIKE: Bugger it.

(He reaches for his beer bottle, knocks it over accidentally, grabs it and gets up. )

• Buffy & Spike

written by: David Fury; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
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