Rating: PG-13 (Language and *cough* implied stuff.)
Feedback: Give it to me. Or else I'll write a Bunny/Willow or Angel/Xander fic. Or both! *cackle*
Distribution: Somebody have a heart and take this. Please?!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the 'BtVS' universe. That honor goes to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, *grumble* and lots of other people, whom I don't remember. Neither do I own 'Zorro'. I, uh, don't know who does. It's a Friday, I'm sleep deprived, give me a break.
Dedicated: To Nickie and Peri, may they get well, and write me some more fic!
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"Angel! Get your handsome butt out here!" She yelled to the closed door. The red head stomped her foot impatiently. They were late for the party, and if she missed anything, she was going to get severely upset, and when this particular girl got upset, bad things happened.
"Willow! I feel so stupid. Please don't make me! I'll buy you something! Yeah! We'll go shopping!"
"Oh, no. You're coming out, even if I have to knock you out and drag your unconscious self there myself. You know I'll do it. Resolve face." She pointed to her now stern face.
Angel peeked his head out of the bedroom, hoping that she was kidding. When he saw her "You Can Bet Your Ass I Mean Business" face, he pulled his head back in, and grumbled quietly to himself.
"C'mon, Buddy. I'm still waiting."
"Hell. Oh, all right. Give me a minute. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable leather is? By the way, where on earth did you find this cape? In all my years, I've never seen this much black velvet! Where'd you find it? A bordello, or something?!"
"Ha. That's for me to know, and for you to find out. You ready now?"
"Yes, Willow." Angel stepped out of the bedroom, and walked into the hall out of the shadows. Willow gasped, and nearly passed out.
"Oh, my ever lovin' God!"
Willow did pass out.
End Part 1
"Whoops." He replied, glancing down quickly at the prone hacker before taking action.
Angel bent over and gently picked up the unconscious girl. He carried her over to the couch, set her down, then carefully inspected her head for injuries.
"Nope, not a scratch. Always knew Willow had a hard head."
Willow took a deep breath and groaned.
"I heard that. It's your fault that I did that in the first place, so shut it!"
Just coming to, she sat up, and glared at Angel, who had adopted a sheepish grin.
"Awww, man. My head hurts now. Damn you. Why do you have to be so sexy? I guess I wasn't prepared for those pants." She laughed, gesturing to the *ahem* black leather pants that he was dressed in. "That shirt isn't too shabby, either. Why don't you wear satin anymore? You look so hot in it!"
"Willow! You're making me feel cheap!"
"Heh. That's the point. You lost the dare, now you pay the consequences. It's not my fault that you suck at playing Hopscotch. You know the rules, now you have to pay up."
"You know that's now fair! Playing Hopscotch in a moo-moo while juggling is hard!"
"Quit bitching about it. You lost. Okay, c'mon. Let me take a look at you!" Willow stood up, not quite steady, and Angel leaned over to support her.
"Willow, you shouldn't be up. Let me get you some ice. Or water. Or both. You're going to hurt yourself." He told her, quickly forgetting about the humiliation he was about to endure, worried about her safety.
"You said it yourself. I have a hard head. Now I just need to get rid of the alligators flyin' around before they decide to make me play Bingo." She playfully swatted at the empty air.
"Oh, dear God," Angel mumbled. "Brain damage."
"I'm kidding! Now go stand over there in the light so I can see you, and don't you even think about giving me that 'abused puppy' look, because I'm immune to it now."
"Why do I feel like such a piece of meat?"
"Couldn't imagine why. Now, go. I barely got a good look at you before. Apparently, that was enough, but still."
Angel did as he was told, and was rewarded with a gasp.
"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look? Wait a minute! You're not wearing your bandana thingy, or your hat! Put 'em on right now!"
"I'm wearing the gloves, what more do you want?!"
"The hat and the bandana thingy. Where are they?"
"I, uh. I... well... you see... I can't find them." He stumbled.
"You're lying. Go get them." Willow replied, her voice stern, leaving no room for argument.
"Hell." Angel stalked off to retrieve the accessories he's hidden.
End Part 2
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