Distribution: Ask yourself, do ya really want it?
Synopsis: Certain members of the Buffy and Angel crews catch a peek at the new Stone Temple Pilots video "Sour Girl" featuring Sarah Michelle Gellar who bears an uncomfortable likeness to a certain vampire slayer.
Spoilers: Only vague ones.
Note: Okay, this is a fluffy BADFIC, but I felt to need to write something kind of stupid. Oh, and the title comes from a Type O Negative Song from their album "Bloody Kisses." Oh, I'm also going on the premise Giles has cable (I know, highly unlikely, but still bear with me).
Warning: Not a Riley-friendly fic. Sorry, but I'm a die-hard B/A shipper!

"Dude, I can't believe it."

"Devon, give me the remote back," Oz laconically requested from his band mate.

"You bloody well touch that remote and I'll have yer guts fer garters, mate" Spike growled, as if "The Big Bad" could still actually hurt any human being.

"Xander...Xander...Xander," a grumpy ex-demon whinged while she simultaneously poked her boyfriend in the ribs, whose only acknowledgement were drooly noises.

"My, well. Yes..."

"Complete sentences really work much better, Wesley" Cordelia not-so-gently reminded her business partner

"Did anybody think to tape this?" Xander asked, finally coming out of his comatose state.

"Way ahead of you, man" Oz replied. "Caught it last night on 120 Minutes last night." He patted his knapsack beside him for emphasis.

"I so don't understand what the fascination is. I mean, like, hello Buffy's hair could never look that good," Cordelia sagely reasoned.

As the video ended, Xander turned to the other people draped casually around Giles' living room, "Okay, quiz time. Which one do you prefer: black or blonde?"

"Hair? Was there hair in the video? I was checking out her rack. Oz, do you think we should add this song to our set? Think Buffy would be up to providing a little back-up show?" Devon momentarily stunned the other occupants of the room. They had never heard him string so many words together at once. He normally focused his energy on looking pretty.

"Ugh, you two will never change." Cordelia looked at her two ex-boyfriends in disgust before rising from the couch to go find Giles and quiz him once again on bringing a certain Irish half-demon back from the aether.

Oz raised his head, "Personally, I feel quite strongly about hair color. It should be an outward expression of inner personal integrity and vision. Although the blonde and black reflect a dichotomy between light and dark, perfect goodness and sheer evil, I think they should have perhaps used a broader pallet. Perhaps different shades of red." thinking of a certain red-headed Wiccan. And, hey, hair color is obviously of great importance to him.

"Blonde hair. Definitely blonde," Xander emphatically insisted.

"I'm gonna have to go with Xander on this one," Anya admitted. "What, just because I have a boyfriend I can't look, too?" when the others looked at her strangely, her boyfriend most of all-while visions of menage a troises danced in his head.

"It would be extremely inappropriate of me to comment given her resemblance to my former charge," Wesley huffily pronounced, straining to hide the flush coloring his features.

"Are you bloody blind? Those raven tresses! A bloke could lose himself in their scented waves," Spike had an obvious preference for dark-haired beauties (with the face of certain blonde slayers).

From the outside, they all heard laughter. Turning, they saw the Slayer in question enter with her boyfriend.

"Hey everybody," she gaily announced, still holding her boyfriend's hand tightly in her own.

"Deadboy!" Xander exclaimed, happy to see Buffy had finally come to her senses.

"Hey," came the response from the hunky vamp, reluctant to let his girlfriend from his grasp or even from his line of sight.

"BUFFFFFFFFFYYYYYYYYYYY" came a piercing wail from outside the condominium.

"Dammit. It's Riley again. Thank god for Will. She's looking into to turning him into a frog...right about now" Buffy pronounced, looking at her watch. The screech was now replaced with a rather loud croaking. "Excuse me, I think I'm going to feed him some nice, tasty flies now. Angel. Angel. Angel. Honey, you need to let go of me now."

"No." he replied, letting his lower lip jut out while the beginnings of a sexy pout emerged on his lovely features.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Dear, God. Someone do something before I lose my appetite!" Spike hollered.

"Gonna have to agree with Deadboy Jr. here" Xander said, while jerking his thumb at the peroxide blonde vamp.

"I'll be back for you later," the Slayer promised Angel, with a saucy wink as she disentangled herself from his arms.

Watching her exit, Angel sauntered over to where the gang was gathered around Giles' miniscule television. "What are you watching?" he questioned

Later that evening...

"Honey, are you going to come to bed?"

No response.

"Honey?"

"You're not watching that damn video tape the Oz gave you again, are you?" the love of Angel's life threatened.

"I'm coming, baby." He quickly flicked off the television, taking the steps up to the bedroom in the mansion two at a time.

Once he reached the top, he asked,"Honey, have you ever thought about dying your hair?"

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