Assignment 8

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Title: Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?
Author: Danielle
Email: deedee2b@aol.com
Rating:  PG
Category: A Spike & Oz fic
Distribution: If you want it, just ask. I will say yes. I just want to know
where it's going.
Feedback: I would apprecite it, but only if it's not any trouble.
Disclaimers: I definitely do not own this song, or the characters. Just the
strange story.
Authors Notes: Assignment 8 for the WC is to write an Oz & Spike fic. My
genre was songfic. I asked Rob for help in trying to come up with a song.
Perhaps that was my mistake. :)

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The short redhead strode into the bar in downtown LA, his guitar slung across
his back, and looked over at the bartender. "You guys need any entertainment
tonight?"

The bartender shrugged. "Not sure. You can ask the manager though. He'll be
in any time now."

Oz nodded. "Cool. Thanks." He pulled a barstool up and planted himself on it,
prepared to wait.

"Can I get you a drink while you're waiting?"

"Uh, sure. I'll just have a coke."

The bartender nodded and disappeared to get it for him. Oz settled in and was
just about to pop a few peanuts into his mouth when the most horrendous noise
he'd ever heard erupted from the far corner of the room. "If ya want my body
and ya think I'm sexy, come on sugar, let me know!"

Shaking his head, the bartender returned to place Oz's drink in front of him.
"Man, I don't care if you did just walk in off the street. You have to be
better than THAT!" He walked away in disgust and Oz chuckled. Taking a sip of
the soda, he put his guitar down and stood up. He just had to see for himself
the jackass that was singing.

Wandering over toward the jukebox, he spied a tall blond in a long black
duster, obviously drunk, propped against the wall and belting out the Rod
Stewart tune. Poor bastard, he thought. Some chick must have really broken
his heart if he's sunken to singing Rod Stewart. Just as he thought it, the
guy turned around and Oz burst into laughter.

Trying to contain himself, he walked up and tapped the guy on the shoulder.
Spinning around to see who had interrupted his serenade, Spike looked down
into an old familiar pair of eyes. "Wolf boy!", he slurred. "What in the
bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Witnessing your descent into madness, apparently."

"Ha ha. But really- aren't you supposed to be off in India or Africa or half
way around the world someplace?"

Oz nodded. "I was. Didn't feel right. I needed to come home."

Spike poked him in the chest. "You tell Willow you were home?"

"No. Not yet."

"Didn't think so. Wuss."

Oz merely raised an eyebrow. "So what's got you upset?"

Spike straightened himself up. "Who says I'm upset?"

"Well, the last time I saw you like this, it was because Drusilla broke up
with you. So who dumped you this time? Harmony?"

Spike sniffed. "Buffy."

Dumbfounded, Oz simply replied, "Huh."

At Oz's lack of reaction, Spike began to spill his guts. "Well, she didn't
really dump me so much as tell me she'd never be interested in me. And I
figured there's plenty of chicks in the world that would be interested. So I
decided to come to the big city to find some."

"You were interested in Buffy?"

Spike sneered at the werewolf. "Yeah. You got a problem with that, runt?"

"No, it's just that last time I checked, you wanted to kill her is all."

"Oh, yeah, well, things change."

Oz nodded. "I know. Kinda figured that out when Willow became a lesbian."

Spike actually smiled. "Yeah, well I guess you would get it, then. So how did
you deal with it?"

Oz shrugged. "I didn't. I ran away. Again. Kind like you did. Only without
the drinking and song butchering."

"So what you're saying is I should have stayed and worked something out?"

The shorter man nodded. "Probably."

Spike looked at the redhead. "You make sense. And I will go back. Just as
soon as I finish this song." Immediately he began to wail again, this time
even dancing around the room a bit. "If you want my body, and you think I'm
sexy..." He stopped mid-sentence and passed out cold onto the floor. Oz
smiled and leaned over to stand him up.

Spike woke up in the middle of it. "Thanks, mate. You're a pal. Can I ask you
something?"

"Sure- what is it?"

"Will you give me a ride back to Sunnyhell?"

Oz thought about it for a minute. "Sure. Just don't puke in the van, okay?"

"You got it." Leaning Spike on his shoulder, Oz waved at the bartender as he
walked back to grab his guitar. "Thanks for everything, but I gotta get
going."

The bartender gave Oz a grateful look, and indicating the drunken vampire,
said, "No, man, thank you."

As they headed out the door, Spike looked down at Oz again. "Can I ask you
one more thing?"

"Okay. What?"

"Do you think I'm sexy, Oz?"

Laughing, Oz rolled his eyes and helped Spike out into the night, preparing
himself for the drive back to Sunnydale.