Nightmare: Shopping
Author: Alicia (a.k.a. Lady Angel) Email: [email protected] Rating: R Timeline: Season One Summary: Angel takes Buffy shopping for leather... Spoilers: Nada Disclaimer: Do I look like Joss Whedon to you???? Notes: This is the sequel to 'Nightmares Do Come True'...
"You have a car?" Buffy asked incredulously. "Of course I have a car, Buffy," Angel answered. Before her, sat a near-new Aston Martin. "An expensive one..." "A very expensive one," he corrected. Buffy rolled her eyes and got in the car. Angel did the same. *~*~*~* The couple entered the shopping mall and headed for the clothing stores. Angel immediately dragged Buffy to anything leather. The first store didn't have what Angel appeared to be looking for, so they quickly exited the store and left for the next one. Buffy saw Angel sniff the air and then flash a broad grin. "Come on!" he said excitedly. Buffy felt her arm nearly pulled out of the socket as Angel tugged her along. When he stopped, Buffy couldn't believe her eyes. Surrounding her, was more leather than she had seen in her entire life. Red, Black, white, blue...dusters, skirts, tops, pants, jackets, boots... Buffy couldn't believe it... The next thing she knew, Angel placed a mountain of leather into her small arms. "Try these on, Baby..." Fuck! If he gives me any more of this stuff, I'm gonna be an undead pancake! Buffy thought as Angel directed her to the fitting rooms. Buffy took the clothes into one of the empty rooms and dumped the leather items onto the shelf, picking up the first couple of articles of clothing and matching them up... *~*~*~* Angel was looking for a new pair of leather pants when he heard someone calling him. "Mr. O'Roarke? The young lady is asking for you," stated a snooty saleslady. Gotta do something about her later on... He just grinned and followed her back to the fitting area. Buffy was standing away from the mirrors for obvious reasons. The saleswoman gestured to the mirrors. Buffy rose her eyebrows. "I prefer Angel's opinion." I'm more of a bitch than you could ever hope to be, lady! The woman stiffened, but nodded her head politely. She thought that the young couple were a waste of her time. She had seen their type before, trying on everything in the store, then buying nothing. She was very wrong... Angel took one look at Buffy in her white stretch top, displaying the black leather jacket, mini skirt and knee-high boots and said, "We'll take it." "Will there be anything else?" the woman asked, relieved that they were buying. "I want to see her in everything else, first," Angel informed her. The saleswoman sighed, her delight quickly fading... *~*~*~* For the next two hours, Buffy tried on various dusters, boots, skirts, pants, shorts, tops and jackets. Angel just ran a critical eye over the numerous leather items and told Buffy when he was finished looking over each, so that she could move on to the next lot. Buffy came out in the latest ensemble and did a 360. "Well?" "Do you like any of them, Baby?" Angel queried. Buffy just bit her lip indecisively. Here it comes...thought the saleswoman. "I like them all!" she stated, when she saw the change in the woman's demeanor. Buffy made a mental note to kill the woman later. "So do I, Baby." Angel turned to the woman, "Ring them all up for her." "Just this outfit?" she asked impatiently. "No, I said all." Angel was getting annoyed. The sales woman rose her eyebrows in disdain and quoted the total amount of the clothes, plus tax. Angel's whole body stiffened at the implication that he couldn't pay for it. He handed her his credit card. "Unlimited credit," he growled out. The woman gasped in shock. She hadn't thought that he could be serious. This man is prepared to pay $11, 000 for leather! Just for this young lady? "And these, too." Angel tossed the woman a pair of pants and a jacket for him. "Yes, of course. Right away, Sir," she stammered. She quickly boxed up the thirteen outfits and signaled for someone to carry them out to the car. They packed the boxes into the car and exited the parking lot. As they drove past the back entrance of the store where they had spent so much on leather, Buffy got Angel to stop the car. She jumped out and kicked in the door. Angel quietly followed, wanting to see her in action, seeing as he couldn't help out... *~*~*~* The saleswoman who had treated them with such disdain was alone in the storage room. Buffy crept up behind her and picked up one of the stray mannequin legs and hit her over the head with it. The woman fell to the floor with a thud. Buffy picked her up and threw her over her shoulder. She turned back to the exit and noticed her Angel. She looked at him. "You're not going to spoil my fun, are you?" she pouted. Angel looked at Buffy's enticing pose, then at the unconscious woman that Buffy was carrying on her shoulder, thinking about how the bitch had treated them... He shrugged. "Nope. You'll be doing the world a favor, really..." This time, Buffy pouted in dismay. "I thought you said that you weren't going to spoil my fun!" Angel grimaced. "Sorry, Baby. This world is going to become chaotic without this woman to torture all of the daylight shoppers..." She grinned at his attempt to fix his mistake. "That's better!" "Let's go home..." Angel said as they took the woman back to the car and dumped her on the back seat. "Okay!" I'm gonna spend the rest of the night teaching this bitch a lesson! Buffy promised herself... The End
