The Invitation

 

Angel crumpled the paper.

 

"She's getting married."

 

"Ya don't say." Spike slapped his hand down on Angel's shoulder. He tried to peek at the envelope. "She didn't, uh, didn't happen to mention who the wanker is?"

 

"No." Angel scowled. "She just said to come... and to bring you."

 

"So she knows that we both..."

 

"Survived the apocalypse? Yeah."

 

"You don't suppose..."

 

"The Immortal? Nah. I heard they broke up."

 

"Then who?"

 

Eyes locked as realization struck

 

"It isn't you, William, so you can forget it."

 

"And you think it's you?"

 

The door slammed resoundingly as footsteps raced down the hall.