Willow heard the knock at the door and jumped up to get it. She pulled open
the door to let Phoebe in.

"Here's a copy of the inscriptions." She handed it to Willow. "I hope they
help."

"I'm sure they will." Angel answered, standing up from the bed. "Phoebe?" She
looked over to him and made a questioning sound. "We're here for another day.
Do you know any place, like some club, that we could go to?"

"Owe! My sister, Piper, owns and we co-own a club called P3. You're more than
welcome. We even have Savage Garden there tonight."

"Savage Garden?" he questioned.

"A music group," Willow said before Phoebe could ask if he really didn't know.

"Oh. Well, we'll be there," Angel said as Willow let her out.

"I'm gonna kill you," Willow commented, grabbing her bag ruffly.

"What I do?" he asked defensively.

"You just got us invited to a club."

"I thought you'd be happy. You don't have to stay in bored all night."

"Well, lucky for you I brought something nice just in case."

"Willow, you don't have to get dressed up. I'm not."

"Well, you're so good looking you could go in rags and have girls drooling
all over you. I, on the other hand, need to get busy to dazel." She sprinted
to the bathroom and threw the door shut. Angel shook his head as he sat down
on the bed to wait.
 

* * *
 

Half an hour passed before Willow had emerged from the bathroom. She came out
in a long skirt with a slit on both sides and a halter that came down to a
point at her stomach and just barely touched the skirt. Her hair was clipped
up a bit and Angel couldn't help but look her over.

"Buffy looks better in this stuff than I do." Angel stood.

"You look gorgeous, Willow." He put on his trench coat. "Let's get going."
Angel opened the door and followed Willow out.
 

* * *
 

Angel and Willow walked into the club and weren't really amazed at the crowd.
Gathered around a stage were people of every sex, age over 18, and race. They
looked up and saw Phoebe on the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I am proud to announce our band tonight. Please
welcome Savage Garden!" She clapped as did the crowd and got down off the
stage.

They started to play and Phoebe made her way over to them. "Hey, you made it.
And we're packed. So me and Prue will be at the bar if you need anything."
She walked away, constantly looking back at Angel.

Angel and Willow enjoyed themselves, dancing and such for a long time. Willow
looked over to where Angel was looking.

"She's got the hots for you." Willow stated, noting Phoebe's constant look in
Angel's direction.

"What?!" Angel yelled but not loud enough that it was over the crowd. Willow
leaned in closer, still dancing to the fast music.

"Phoebe's got the hots for you." she said a little louder.

"Oh, okay. I'll be right here," he yelled back.

"No!" She got to his ear. "Phoebe has the hots for you." She cleared up. He
nodded his head in agreeance.

"What should I do? I don't want to give her the idea that I'm interested," he
asked.

"I've got an idea. Just follow my lead." She moved slowly so her face was in
front of him. Slowly she leaned in and kissed him. She deepened the kiss just
a little but not too much.

When she pulled away Angel was speechless. But when he glanced Phoebe's way,
he found the witch's attention elsewhere. Which was for the first time that
night.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"Why? Did the job, didn't it?" Angel stuttered in expression.

"Well, yeah. But --"

"Then what's so wrong?" She stepped back. "Not like it meant anything." She
moved and disappeared into the crowd. He still saw her moving around and
listened to the music.

"We were standin' all alone. You were leanin' in to speak to me. Actin' like
a mover shaker dancin' to Madonna then you kissed me. And I think about it
all the time. Sweet temptation rush all over me. And I think about it all the
time. Passion; desire so intense I can't take anymore because I feel the
magic all around you. It's bringin' me to my knees, like I wannabe. I've
gotta be chained to you."

Angel listened and reflected his thoughts and feelings into the lyrics.

"And when you looked into my eyes I felt a sudden sense of urgency.
Fascination cast a spell and you became more than just a mystery. And I think
about you all the time. Is this fate, is it my destiny? That I think about
you all the time. I no longer pretend to have my hands on the wheel because I
feel the magic all around you. It's bringin' me to my knees, like I wannabe
I've gotta be chained to you."

"I feel the magic building around you."

"I feel the magic all around you. It's bringin' me to my knees, like I
wannabe. I've gotta be chained to you, you, you!"

Angel realized as he saw Willow laughing that he'd been denying everything.
His feelings for Willow, her feelings in return. The dreams. Maybe in a
weird, twisted sort of way, fate was showing itself.

"And I think about you all the time. Yeah I think about it all the time."

"Tell me it's madness. I barely know you."

"We were standin' all alone, you were leanin' in to speak to me."

"Ten steps back you're still a mystery."

"Actin' like a mover shaker dancin' to Madonna then you kissed me. I can't
take anymore because I feel the magic all around you. It's bringin' me to my
knees, like I wanna be. I've gotta be chained to you."

Angel was brought out of his reveries by Willow. "Hey. I'm getting tired. I
think we should get going."

"Yeah, I'll go thank Prue and Phoebe and then I'll meet you in the car."
Willow walked off and Angel headed over to the sisters. "I want to thank you.
For everything you've done."

"Well, just remember us if you need any help in the darkness butt kicking."
Phoebe smiled at him. Angel kinda smiled and left, Prue and Phoebe watching
him go. "Why can't I get something like that."

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