Old Friends

Part 12

Spike’s P.O.V.

~So we’re here. Little souvenir shop. Crystal dolphins. Buddha on a surfboard. Palm tree wind-chimes. Oh yes! Half price on sno-globes! What they got? Let’s see… Betty Boop on a sunchair with an umbrella, no… nobody wants that… what else? Ahh, here’s one for Xander… Shaggy up a palm tree with a ghost standin’ underneath… brilliant! Okay, what else? Yeah… one for Red… Halloween witch, complete with red hair an’ warts… lovely… Now for Peanut… Some boyband kid… right, he’ll do. Anya… Oh… Here’s one with shredded dollar bills inside… alright, that’ll work. Watcher… what the hell do ya get him? Naked bird… shake her some, her dress flies up… Right! She’s a natural blonde. Watcher’s gonna like her. Heh. What’s this? Little bloke grabbin’ his head… why? Shake it up… Oi! Locusts! It’s the apocalypse! Bloody brilliant, it is! Perfect for Slayer. She’ll love it. Okay, shoppin’s done. Back to the room. Go shag. Where’s Angel? Oh… Over there. Lookin’ at T-Shirts.~

“What size do you think Cordy is?”

“Mate, if ya get her the right size, she’ll blacken yer eye.”

“Well, what if it doesn’t fit?”

“Alright, but it’s your arse… don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“But she’s… busty.”

“Yeah… got a nice rack. She’ll still beat yer arse.”

“Point taken. I have no idea what to get them.”

“Half price on Sno-Globes over there.”

“What have you got?”

“These.”

~Lift me basket to show him. Of course he picks up Xander’s.~

“Let me guess.”

~Ooh… that was drippin’ in sarcasm.~

“Don’t bother – it’s for the whelp.”

~Long sigh. Bloody hell.~

“I still can’t figure out what to get.”

“C’mon then, I’ll help ya.”

“Alright, what should I get for Cordy.”

“Don’t reckon they have Versace here, so yer gonna have to find somethin’ a bit more impersonal.”

“Like these?”

~Showin’ me some surfboard earrings. Oh. He’s hopeless.~

“No, pet. Those won’t do.”

“This is hard.”

“So am I, so hurry yer arse up.”

“What, then?”

“What about this, silver bracelet with dolphins on it. It’ll do.”

“Alright. Cordy’s done. Fred?”

“What’s he like?”

“She.”

“Whatever…”

“Uh… quiet. Bookish. Hides a lot.”

“Okay… what do ya get the girl with all the issues? Let’s see… how about… this?”

“Silver pen and pencil set. Alright. Gunn?”

“Saw some gun keychains by the register.”

“Nice ones?”

“Yeah…”

“And Wes?”

“Letter opener… there… with the palm trees.”

“You’re good at this.”

“I’m good at lot’s o’ things, Peaches.”

“Agreed.”

“So, we’re done, then?”

“No… I need to get one for Lorne. I’ll pick it out… If you want, you can go pay for your things now.”

~Right. Gonna get me somethin’… I already know. Actin’ all guilty. What the hell’s he gonna buy me in here? Nothin’ here I want. No problem in it, I’ll go find him somethin’, too. Look around. What to get the poof… hmm… Lava lamp? Nah… Buddha on a surfboard? Tacky. Lick on tattoo’s… this has potential. No… somethin’ else. Wait half a mo’… what’s this? Little pewter griffin… like on his back. Right. Found it. Go an’ pay the old mare, an’ then off to shag Angel.~

“Hello, young man, did you find everything you needed?”

“Yeah… I did, thanks.”

“My, but you have interesting hair. You kids today.”

~Shakin’ her head an’ smilin’ at me. Bugger off ya old bint… I’m old enough ta be yer grandfather’s grandfather. Or, whatever… jes’ bag the goods before the poof sees the griffin’.~

“Right… always up with the new trends, I am.”

“On vacation from England.”

“Yeah.”

~What is it with these people? Act like they never met an outta towner before.~

“I went there with my husband Russell once, God rest his soul.”

~Moved any slower an’ she’d be in reverse… no wonder Russell cashed it in.~

“Lovely place. What’s the damage?”

“Oh… yes… that’ll be sixty eight dollars and seventy two cents.”

~Highway robbery. Couple o’ trinkets an’ I’m almost tapped. She oughta be ashamed. Hope a vamp got Russell.~

“Break a hundred?”

“Oh yes. Thank you, and come again.”

~Come again? What? Ya want me shirt, too? Bloody thief.~

“Right, yeah… thanks.”

~Here comes Angel. Good timin’. Smilin’ at me. Alright… turn away, so I don’t see his little trinket for me. Big Oaf dropped his wallet. Pick it up for him. Bugger. Oh God. It’s us… a picture of us. The family. In the plastic liner. There’s me, an’ Dru, sittin’ next to Darla, Penn an’ Angelus standin’ behind us. Oh God. Oh God. Not some bloody ponce… not gonna cry. My insides are twistin’… all of us… back in the day. Happy. Feels like I got a burnin’ ember in me chest. Know I’m breathin’… can’t stop, though. Bloody hell. This is killin’ me. He’s kept this… old picture… edges all tattered with age. Kept it with him. Big hands… takin’ the wallet from me. Look up in his eyes. My jaw must be on the floor. Must look like a soddin’ kid about now.~

“You alright?”

~What to say? No, I’m not alright… I can’t believe you’ve kept this all this time… I wanna crawl in yer arms an’ remember everythin’ we were. Can’t believe you kept this, Angel… Thought you hated us. Missed you so bloody much. Why didn’t you jes’ come home?~

“I haven’t seen that… in a long time.”

~Feel his hand on me shoulder. He looks deep in me eyes, then pulls his hand away.~

“I have something else… if you want to see.”

“What is it?”

~Oi! That was croaked out, wasn’t it? He’s reachin’ behind the flap an’ pullin’ out a folded up piece of yellowed paper. Corners got tape on ’em… looks old. He’s openin’ it. Oh fuck. It’s me. His sketch of me. On his bed. In the house, the one with the stable out back. Me. Fuck. I remember that. Remember lyin’ still while he took his time… God… I dunno what to feel. I dunno how to respond.~

“You remember?”

“Yeah…”

~Cor! With my voice! Soundin’ like I swallowed a frog.~

“Will… look at me…”

~Look up.~

“I’ll just pay for this, and we’ll leave for the room right now, alright?”

“Right now.”

“Yes… wait for me outside… go have a smoke… collect your thoughts.”

“Right.”

~Knees feel like they’re made o’ rubber. I wasn’t expectin’ this. Push through the door… little bell rings behind me. Lean against the window. Pull out me smokes. Bloody hell. What’s this? Long drag… what to do with this? Can’t bloody well get me mind wrapped around this. Jes’ hurry, Angel… I don’t wanna talk. Jes’ get back to the room. Gonna make love to him tonight. Not gonna shag. Gonna show him.~

“You ready, Will?”

“Yeah…”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah…”

“Turn around…”

~Pulls me in close, presses his lips to mine. God… wish we weren’t here. Wish we were in the room. Soft an’ deep, slow an’ sensuous… showin’ me… an’ I’m showin’ him. Pull away… put our foreheads together.~

“You okay to walk, Will?”

“Yeah…”

“Alright… let’s go.”

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