Prompt: The Backstage Rage (AU)
Prompt: The Backstage Rage
Setting: Rock Star AU
Rating: PG13
Words: 270
Angel pulled Lorne aside during the break between sets. “That one,” he said, pointing to the elegant brunette in the second row of the audience. “And… that one, that one, and that one.” He pointed to the three other girls with her, all pretty in their own way.
“Just those four tonight?” the band manager said.
“There’s only four of us,” Angel said.
“And the other three don’t care about banging the groupies, which, I know, I know Angel-cakes. Leaves more for you.”
Angel grinned, and turned to Spike, who was staring moodily up into the rafters, an unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips. “Anyone else?”
Spike shrugged. He cast a jaded eye over the screaming fans. “Little redhead in the third row, the one with the fuzzy pink sweater.” He’d noticed Oz noticing her, and the redhead smiling back. Maybe somebody could find true love tonight. “May as well bring her friend too. The blonde.”
“Six backstage passes,” Lorne confirmed.
After the manager left to deliver the passes to the lucky girls, Angel mock-punched Spike in the shoulder. “Dru’s gone, Spike. Let it go.”
“No thanks to you,” Spike said, fingers twitching into a fist.
Angel glanced at Spike’s clenched hand, and raised an eyebrow. “Come on, loverboy. It’s the last night of the tour. Let’s just get through the rest of the concert, okay? You can not talk to me all you want after tonight, at least for the next couple of months.”
Spike just grunted, and made his way back onstage.
*****
“... and here’s Spike,” Lorne said. “Spike, this is Willow, and Buffy.”
“Hi,” Buffy said. And smiled.
Setting: Rock Star AU
Rating: PG13
Words: 270
Angel pulled Lorne aside during the break between sets. “That one,” he said, pointing to the elegant brunette in the second row of the audience. “And… that one, that one, and that one.” He pointed to the three other girls with her, all pretty in their own way.
“Just those four tonight?” the band manager said.
“There’s only four of us,” Angel said.
“And the other three don’t care about banging the groupies, which, I know, I know Angel-cakes. Leaves more for you.”
Angel grinned, and turned to Spike, who was staring moodily up into the rafters, an unlit cigarette dangling from between his lips. “Anyone else?”
Spike shrugged. He cast a jaded eye over the screaming fans. “Little redhead in the third row, the one with the fuzzy pink sweater.” He’d noticed Oz noticing her, and the redhead smiling back. Maybe somebody could find true love tonight. “May as well bring her friend too. The blonde.”
“Six backstage passes,” Lorne confirmed.
After the manager left to deliver the passes to the lucky girls, Angel mock-punched Spike in the shoulder. “Dru’s gone, Spike. Let it go.”
“No thanks to you,” Spike said, fingers twitching into a fist.
Angel glanced at Spike’s clenched hand, and raised an eyebrow. “Come on, loverboy. It’s the last night of the tour. Let’s just get through the rest of the concert, okay? You can not talk to me all you want after tonight, at least for the next couple of months.”
Spike just grunted, and made his way back onstage.
*****
“... and here’s Spike,” Lorne said. “Spike, this is Willow, and Buffy.”
“Hi,” Buffy said. And smiled.