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[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:drabble_zone, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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“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.”
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:
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.”
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Love that you can write so well from a frustrated "gentle"man's point of view!
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And aww, thank you! He was definitely frustrated but trying to be not a total jerk at the same time 'cause he knew she was hurting (and hammered XD)
I think I missed Buffy learning to hold her liquor. Did she? 🤔 She mentioned in the scene right before this that she was “kinda sick” and later we see her at her place coming out of her bathroom after flushing, and Giles was standing right outside. I assumed she was being sick... unless they were having an awkward talk through the closed door while she was doing her business? 🤣 And gosh, I hope not!
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I don't remember scenes in later S6 or the whole S7 where Buffy drinks 🤔 but I know for sure she gets hammered at least once in the comics at a party.
And that's pretty much all I remember about Buffy + drinks when it comes to the comics. I only read them very quickly up to S11 out of curiosity. I didn't pay that much attention to details 😅
I always write her as a lightweight 'cause I think she's cute, and maybe also because I like to project a little. I couldn't hold liquor if my life depended on it. 🤣
(Poetic license and all that 😝)