"Oh, really?" Willow finally managed to stammer.
"You're in love. That's just dandy. Yeah, real good news."
He frowned, watching her, "Don't you want to know
who she is?"
"Not really," she said, looking back at her computer.
"I'm busy, Spike. Could you shut the door on your way out?"
"Busy?" he said, growling as he moved, slamming
the door behind him. That had not gone off as planned. He had imagined
it a bit differently. With her asking who and him admitting his feelings
to her, now that he was positive that she felt the same. Maybe some tears
on her part, a declaration from her then wild shagging for several days.
Does he get that? No, he gets a complete shut down. Her not caring that
he was in love. Her kicking him out of her bloody room. He needed a drink,
he decided. He went to the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for
anything alcoholic. He stopped when he heard her door open. Glancing up
as she hurried past, not looking at him. "Where are you going?"
"Out. Meeting Buffy," she said, knowing if she
looked at him she might not be brave enough not to break down crying. Why
did he have to fall in love just when she was getting feelings for him?
What terrible being was out to ruin her life?
"Nice to know you have time for *her*," he said
snidely before going back to looking for something strong. He heard the
door shut and cursed, wondering who had cursed him. Someone had to have,
to make him get so wrapped up over that silly little slip of a girl. Willow
had to have hidden the bottle of JB, he decided. He stormed into her room,
thankful that she had left the door open in her haste. He moved to look
under her bed, the usual hiding place for his alcohol or cigarettes when
something purple caught his eyes. He straightened, looking at the funny
shaped bottle with a frown. He picked it up, opening it and taking a sniff.
There was a pleasant scent, almost like roses. Glancing around, he shrugged.
Maybe she wouldn't miss just a little, he decided before taking a healthy
swig.