[location: Dodgy Jammer] [open] Baby's at the punch bowl with a glass for you to fill

[buffy_slayer]

The bar top was polished to a high shine, and Buffy carefully folded the damp towel she'd been using to wipe it down into a neat square.

Not nervous, nope.

Another spot gets a quick wipedown, and Buffy quickly puts the towel away before she manages to scrub a hole in the finish. She didn't really know when people tended to come in, but if she was by herself for awhile, there was always dusting, and mopping, and re-arranging, and and and...

OK, maybe a little nervous.

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[buffy_slayer]

She'll believe it when she sees it. But there's no use saying that out loud - Spike can probably already guess what she's thinking. Kind of her job, after all.

"Aren't we just one big happy family."

[loves_bitch]

Same thing she thought about spike, afterall, and rightfully so. He was more of a mass murdering psycopath than Dru was. Mainly because he was indescriminant about it in the beignning. Eventually, he became more refined about it and that was even before he'd gone after his first Slayer.

"I've been a part of worse."

[a_pretty_fire]

Drusilla's first family had been devout Catholics convinced that their daughter was marked by the devil. Her second family had been Angelus and Darla. She was far better off with Spike and Buffy.

"Isn't it lovely?"

[buffy_slayer]

"Peachy for sure. Thanksgiving's going to be a blast."

She won't go in for the group hug, though. That's just a step too far.

[a_pretty_fire]

Drusilla clapped her hands in anticipation, just like a child who had been promised a particularly exciting gift on her birthday.

"You always forget what to be thankful for," she said, speaking conspiratorially to the Slayer, "We'll help you to remember."

[buffy_slayer]

There's a silence, while Buffy looks from Spike to Dru, and then back again.

She's gotta ask.

"And what should I be thankful for now?"

[loves_bitch]

Spike gives his head a little shake. He isn't on the same page as Dru for this one. Sometimes he knows where she is and where she's going but right now?

He's got no idea.

[a_pretty_fire]

"For your family."

On this particular occasion, the myriad of differences between their worlds meant that Spike wasn't and couldn't be on the same page as his former paramour. She wasn't even the same Drusilla that he'd known and loved and killed alongside. At the moment, however, she was content enough to pretend that it didn't matter.