veronyxk84: (Vero#s6Spuffy)
VeroNyxK84 ([personal profile] veronyxk84) wrote in [community profile] anythingdrabble2024-02-06 12:03 pm

[Amnesty: Challenge #23: Cave] BtVS / Spuffy — Losing Grip

Title: Losing Grip
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S6, during ep. 6x05 “Life Serial,” right after Jonathan (disguised as a demon) flees from Buffy and Spike.
Summary: Buffy wants to walk home but she’s a little too drunk for that.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenge: #23 - Cave [Amnesty Week]
Crossposted: [community profile] drabble_zone, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark



“You all right there, Slayer?” asked Spike, watching her face become paler by the second.
“In a moment…” she said weakly, lifting her hand to her mouth and stumbling toward a parked car. She bent forward, using the car hood for support, and emptied her stomach.
Spike grimaced from a certain distance. “Bloody hell, you’re such a lightweight.”
Buffy groaned, pulling herself upright on wobbly legs and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Great. The perfect ending for a godawful day. And I don’t need your stupid commentary to highlight how pathetic I am!” she half shrieked.

“Come on, you’re not pathetic. Don’t say that.”
“You know what? This is all your fault!” she snapped, adjusting her jacket.
“Yeah? Did I snatch the whole bottle from the bartender?” he countered.
Buffy scoffed. “You said you’d help me! Instead you brought me to this… dump to play kitten poker with your demon pals!” she groused. “I—I mean, what is this? Another clumsy attempt to date me while pretending it’s something else?”
Spike took an unnecessary deep breath. “No, it isn’t. And if you’d let me finish the bloody game, I would have been able to ask some questions!”

“Whatever. I’m going home.”
With that, she started walking wobbly down the road.
“My motorcycle is back there!” Spike called.
“I’ll walk!” she exclaimed while tripping on a pebble and flopping to the ground. “Ow.”
Spike offered to help her up, but she scrambled to her feet on her own. “Go away.”
“You either walk back willingly, or I’ll carry you on my shoulder!”
“Where to? Your cave?”
“To my motorcycle so I can drive you home, you stubborn woman. But if you prefer, we’ll go to my cave. Crypt.”
“I might throw up again.”
“Your place it is, then.”
apachefirecat: Made by Apache (Default)

[personal profile] apachefirecat 2024-02-09 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Some people honestly don't understand any barriers, even bathroom ones, but I can't imagine Giles being one of those. :) I'm pretty sure it was much later that she ended up being able to hold her liquor better, around the last season or so, but I could remember wrong too.