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"You are such a jerk!" Willow cried. "A self-satisfied, British... errrg!
Jerk!"

"Good come back, love," Spike chuckled. He took another pull from his beer.

Cordy rolled her eyes. This always happened when they went out. Spike and
Willow had started visiting them in L.A. pretty frequently lately. Spike
stayed on Angel's couch. Willow stayed in Cordy's guest room. Every time
they went to a bar, Willow would have one too many beers and Spike would
commence teasing her into a big flustered fit.
Cordy wished they would just sleep together and get it over with.

Not that she couldn't sympathize with Willow's sexual frustration. She had
been madly in love with her clueless vampire boss for months now without a
smidgen of reciprocation.

"Spike, just so you know," Willow said. "I could walk up to any man in this
place, ask him to dance and he would be falling all over himself just to get
to the dance floor."

"Sure, pet," Spike chuckled.

"I COULD!" Willow shouted over the pulsating music. "And so could Cordy!"

"Damn skippy," Cordy nodded, taking another drink of her whiskey and Coke.

Spike laughed again. "I dare you, no, I'll buy your next drink, if you walk
up some strange bloke in this place and ask him to dance."

"Spike, maybe you shouldn't," Angel grimaced. He had never seen Willow so
irritated before, even when it involved his childe.

"She'll never do it," Spike grinned. "Watch, she'll appraoch the guy and
then pass out or something."

Willow stood, sliding out of her cardigan. She was wearing the skimpiest red
camisole top Angel had ever seen. The dark-haired vampire's jaw dropped.

"See you out on the floor," she grinned. "Cordy? Wanna earn a free drink and
some self-respect?"

"Cordy, don't-" Angel grabbed at his drunken executive assistant's wrist.
She shrugged him off.

"I love a challenge," she winked as she sauntered over to the bar.

"Oh my god, what have I done?" Spike's jaw dropped.

"Oh, relax Spike, you just have to buy her a beer," Angel rolled his eyes.

"No," Spike whimpered and pointed across the room. "Look."

Angel looked on as Willow pulled some random club guy from the bar and began
to writhe against him. Cordy picked a guy that was a little too handsome to
suit Angel. Those familiar jealous feelings raised their ugly heads. The
brunette wrapped her arms around the guy's neck and pulled him close.

"Idiot!" Angel yelled, slapping the back of his childe's head.

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"What are they doing now?" Angel asked, peeking through the spaces between
his fingers. "Ooooaaawww."

Willow had her back to her dancing partner and was writhing against him to
the soulless but suggestive dance music. Angel thought the guy's eyes were
going to roll back into his head. Spike squeezed his beer bottle so hard it
burst in his hand.

Meanwhile, Cordy was doing the best dressed strip-tease Angel had ever seen.
She knew just how to bump and grind in all the right places. She wrapped her
arms around her partner's waist. Angel's jaw dropped, what was she doing
with her hands?

Spike craned his neck to keep up with the contortionist's angle at which
Willow bent her back. Where did she learn to do THAT?!

Spike had known he had feelings for the little witch for a while now. Why
the hell else would he agree to go with her to visit his bloody sire every
other weekend? He usually liked their little sparring matches, it was when
her real fire shown through. But this time he had pushed her too far.

Willow's arms wrapped around Cordy's waist. Cordy grinned loopily and began
moving in sync with her redheaded friend. Spike gasped. The random club guys
were practically cumming on themselves right there, they couldn't believe
their luck. Until two very angry, very big guys stormed onto the dance and
seized Willow and Cordy by the arm.

"What's a matter, Spike?" Willow grinned at her blonde vampire as she
writhed against him. He tried to ignore the sudden tightness of his jeans.

"They hate losing," Cordy grinned, wrapping her fingers around Angel's neck
and pulling him close.

"Spoiled sports," Willow whispered to Spike. His face smileless, he followed
the lines of her body. She wanted to play? He could play.

"I love a challenge," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
 

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"No, pet, your hand goes THERE," Spike grinned.

"Are you sure?" Willow asked. She reached out tenatively. He groaned.

"Come on, Cordy, just try," Angel coaxed.

"Angel," Cordy cried. "I can't do that! I have human joints, remember? I
don't bend that way."

"I don't think you're putting any effort into this," Angel sighed.

Cordy made her determined face. "Is that challenge?"

"Damn skippy." Angel grinned.

"I love a challenge," Cordy whispered huskily. "Spin it, Spikey."

"OKay, left hand, blue."

The foursome groaned collectively as they stretched across the Twister
mat.Spike's arm was tangled under COrdy's body and over Willow's leg.
Angel's head was resting on Willow's thigh. Cordy was practically straddling
Cordy.

"Love," Spike said. "As much as I love strip Twister, don't you think we've
played long enough?"

"You nekkid yet?" Willow asked.

Spike rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Keep spinnin' or forfeit the challenge." Cordy laughed.

"Well, I do love a challenge," Angel said, pinching her bum.

"No cheating!" Cordy cried. "OW!"

She fell over, toppling Angel and Willow over with her.

"We win," Spike grinned. "Lose the bras."

THE END
 

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