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Cicirossi
It started with with a (fictional, we hope) ice cream/donut/sex shop rest area on the highway. And then it just grew until it ate Cici's brain.
Rated NC-17. Contains rampant silliness, ice cream abuse, food as sex toys. If you're bothered by slash you might not want to keep reading....
Spike, Xander, and the Buffyverse ©Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Brothers,
UPN, 20th Century Fox, Sandollar, and probably some other people I've forgotten.
It's Joss' world, we just like to play in it.
Like every one of the major casinos, Treasure Island had a variety of restaurants and bars. Each had a buffet, and a steak place and a choice of ethnic foods. Then there was Xander's favorite. The Denny's like places that did sandwiches and potatoes and ice cream, although Denny's would never have that fancy striped wallpaper. There he could get a half-pound jalapeno jack burger with a mountain of fries and a desert of ice cream cake. Life was good.
While they waited for their food they chatted and Xander watched the people around him. Las Vegas was fascinating that way, because the lady in the fur-collared coat and the guy in the bell bottoms and tie dye were equals here, both playing slots or in the case of restaurant gambling, playing keno.
Keno appeared to be a cross between bingo and lotto. You took a bingo type card and marked your winning numbers on it like a lottery, then turned it in for a drawing that happened every so many minutes. Anywhere they sat down to eat there was a girl in a skimpy outfit, like the cigarette girls of old, who came by with a tray full of cards and pencils, with a cup stuffed full of bills, gently muttering "keno" at every fifth step or so.
Killed him every time. What a job. The keno girl went by just about that moment, and as she reached their table she moaned "keno" in the most desolate, lackluster voice Xander had ever heard. He stared at her retreating back, feeling very sorry for her indeed. No perky chirping from her. Xander watched for her to come around again, thinking maybe it was just him, but it wasn't. Five minutes later, she walked through again, and again, it was a whimpered, "keno".
Bless her heart. She had Gidget style helmet hair in a mousy brown, with horn-rimmed glasses and garish lipstick. She didn't quite fill out the low cut bodice of her dress, and her bony shoulders and knobby knees stuck out at painful angles. Her expression was utter despair.
"What are you staring at, Xan?" Spike asked.
"Check out the keno girl the next time she comes through," he answered. "She looks like she's lost her last friend in the world."
The next time she circled through, Spike watched her intently. Xander worried about the grin that spread across Spike's face, and worried even more when Spike pulled out a five-dollar bill and waved it at her. "I'll play, luv."
The girl drifted over to them, and if anything her attitude of ennui deepened. She set her tray down, heaving a huge sigh, and handed Spike a keno card.
"So, been working here long, pet?" Spike asked, and her sorrowful eyes fixed on him, well, sorrowfully. Xander had the urge to let out a string of nervous giggles.
"Forever, I think."
"That would make your feet hurt, I would think."
Gum popped in the girl's mouth. "You have no idea."
"Sooner or later they'll figure you've done your penance, you know."
Brightening, she asked. "Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yeah. Demon here. I know all about that stuff."
A smile appeared for just a moment, so briefly that Xander almost thought he'd imagined it. Then she sighed again, just as heavily and took Spike's card and money. "Thanks. Hope you're right." And off she went, with one last whine of "keno".
"Okay. What the Hell was that all about?"
"Oh, just had to get her close enough to get a good look at her. She's not alive, see."
"Not... then what is she?"
"Well, stands to reason if she's not alive, that she's dead, luv." At Xander's glare, Spike grinned, and continued. "But she's not a vamp, or a zombie, though you might make an argument for that I suppose. So I figured this must be penance for something she did in life. Looks like I was right. Poor thing."
"You mean things like that happen in places not Sunnydale?"
"Sure they do."
"Wow. Just goes to show you can take the boy out of the Hellmouth but you can't take the Hellmouth out of the boy."
"Comes from traveling with a vamp, Xan. Pays your money and takes your chances."
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