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Prompt: Scooby's Night with a Frozen Fright (comedy)
Prompt: Scooby's Night with a Frozen Fright
Setting: S10, but no comics knowledge needed
Rating: PG
Words: 730
Warning: Slight general spoilers for S10. Don't read below the cut if you don't want spoilers.
A/N: If you haven't read the comics, all you need to know is that Giles is now a kid again (I think he's supposed to be 12?), and happy, healthy Spuffy is finally canon! Woo! (But what Spuffy fan doesn't already know that?)
“I brought the alcohol,” Willow sing-songed, sweeping into the kitchen and releasing the half-dozen bottles she had clutched to her chest onto the counter. She slid a cloth shopping bag from her shoulder and handed it to Giles. “And for you, young man, a fine selection of the most delicious sodas.”
Giles thanked her as gracefully as he could, and put them into the fridge to chill. While he was there, he surreptitiously checked the ice trays, grinning to himself. They were coming along nicely. If he couldn’t get plastered with the rest of them, at least he could have some fun.
Xander was next, with steaming, fragrant boxes of pizza that he slid into the oven. Dawn followed on his heels, bearing a selection of DVDs.
“Put those over by the television,” Giles directed her, and she nodded. “And Buffy? Does she have the ice cream?”
“She might have had it, at one point,” Dawn said, looking anywhere but at him and blushing furiously. “But I think she and Spike – ah –”
“We shouldn’t wait on them,” Giles concluded dryly, trying very hard not to think about what Dawn was implying. Or how long he’d have to wait before enjoying such things himself once more.
“Probably not,” Willow said. “But I did give her a fifteen minute courtesy warning, so.”
The front door swung open to reveal Buffy and Spike, who had already gotten lost in each other all over again in the second it took the door to open. Sensing their audience, they froze. They disentangled, both of them sporting sheepish looks. “Didn't your mothers tell you it's impolite to stare?” Spike said, smoothing his hair back with a sniff. Buffy reached up to muss it up again, and Spike glared at her, his expression softening into a lovestruck grin when she smiled cheekily at him.
Giles cleared his throat.
“Oh. Right. Ice cream!” Buffy said. She hurried inside and passed him a bag filled with slightly-squashed ice cream cartons.
Giles dutifully put it in the freezer (taking the opportunity to check on his ice cubes) while the others examined the movie selections, Buffy with her hand in Spike’s back pocket.
The movies had been watched, and the pizza had been eaten, and everybody that was not Giles was feeling very mellow indeed.
“I’ll get another round for everybody, shall I?” Giles said, hopping to his feet and collecting glasses.
Buffy and Willow looked at each other. “It just seems wrong,” Buffy said. “No boy his age should know so much about alcohol.”
“No sneaking any,” Willow admonished. “Alcohol is disgusting and bad for you and – ooh,” she said. “Can you make another of that one drink for me? The one with the Kahlua?”
Giles rolled his eyes, but nodded and took her glass with the others. He was back out in a moment, handing them all their drinks on the rocks. Then it was a waiting game, with him trying not to dance around with anticipation.
Buffy was the first to notice. “AAAAAHHH!” she screamed, flinging her drink away. “Giles, you need to call an exterminator. You’ve got bugs in your ice.”
The adult in him winced at the mess, but the kid was snickering like a – kid.
“Don’t be silly. You can’t get bugs in your ice,” Dawn said. She peered into her glass, then quickly set it down with a grunt of disgust. “Or maybe you can. Ew!”
Giles stifled a snort.
Xander and Willow examined their glasses, and also set them down, Xander looking a little green. “Oh god. Did I drink a bug? I think I drank a bug.” He clutched at his stomach. “I did. I can feel it crawling around inside me.”
Giles giggled, a hand over his mouth.
Spike fished an ice cube containing a cockroach out of his drink and examined it. “Neat. These are considered a delicacy at demon parties.” He popped the ice cube into his mouth, and crunched down.
The others stared at him, aghast.
Buffy made hurling sounds into the hand cupped over her mouth. “I am never ever kissing you ever again.”
“What? It’s just a bug,” he said, and crunched the rest up with obvious relish.
“That – that was plastic, you berk!” Giles said.
Spike swallowed. “Huh. Thought it tasted a bit off,” he said. “Got any real ones?”
Setting: S10, but no comics knowledge needed
Rating: PG
Words: 730
Warning: Slight general spoilers for S10. Don't read below the cut if you don't want spoilers.
A/N: If you haven't read the comics, all you need to know is that Giles is now a kid again (I think he's supposed to be 12?), and happy, healthy Spuffy is finally canon! Woo! (But what Spuffy fan doesn't already know that?)
“I brought the alcohol,” Willow sing-songed, sweeping into the kitchen and releasing the half-dozen bottles she had clutched to her chest onto the counter. She slid a cloth shopping bag from her shoulder and handed it to Giles. “And for you, young man, a fine selection of the most delicious sodas.”
Giles thanked her as gracefully as he could, and put them into the fridge to chill. While he was there, he surreptitiously checked the ice trays, grinning to himself. They were coming along nicely. If he couldn’t get plastered with the rest of them, at least he could have some fun.
Xander was next, with steaming, fragrant boxes of pizza that he slid into the oven. Dawn followed on his heels, bearing a selection of DVDs.
“Put those over by the television,” Giles directed her, and she nodded. “And Buffy? Does she have the ice cream?”
“She might have had it, at one point,” Dawn said, looking anywhere but at him and blushing furiously. “But I think she and Spike – ah –”
“We shouldn’t wait on them,” Giles concluded dryly, trying very hard not to think about what Dawn was implying. Or how long he’d have to wait before enjoying such things himself once more.
“Probably not,” Willow said. “But I did give her a fifteen minute courtesy warning, so.”
The front door swung open to reveal Buffy and Spike, who had already gotten lost in each other all over again in the second it took the door to open. Sensing their audience, they froze. They disentangled, both of them sporting sheepish looks. “Didn't your mothers tell you it's impolite to stare?” Spike said, smoothing his hair back with a sniff. Buffy reached up to muss it up again, and Spike glared at her, his expression softening into a lovestruck grin when she smiled cheekily at him.
Giles cleared his throat.
“Oh. Right. Ice cream!” Buffy said. She hurried inside and passed him a bag filled with slightly-squashed ice cream cartons.
Giles dutifully put it in the freezer (taking the opportunity to check on his ice cubes) while the others examined the movie selections, Buffy with her hand in Spike’s back pocket.
*****
The movies had been watched, and the pizza had been eaten, and everybody that was not Giles was feeling very mellow indeed.
“I’ll get another round for everybody, shall I?” Giles said, hopping to his feet and collecting glasses.
Buffy and Willow looked at each other. “It just seems wrong,” Buffy said. “No boy his age should know so much about alcohol.”
“No sneaking any,” Willow admonished. “Alcohol is disgusting and bad for you and – ooh,” she said. “Can you make another of that one drink for me? The one with the Kahlua?”
Giles rolled his eyes, but nodded and took her glass with the others. He was back out in a moment, handing them all their drinks on the rocks. Then it was a waiting game, with him trying not to dance around with anticipation.
Buffy was the first to notice. “AAAAAHHH!” she screamed, flinging her drink away. “Giles, you need to call an exterminator. You’ve got bugs in your ice.”
The adult in him winced at the mess, but the kid was snickering like a – kid.
“Don’t be silly. You can’t get bugs in your ice,” Dawn said. She peered into her glass, then quickly set it down with a grunt of disgust. “Or maybe you can. Ew!”
Giles stifled a snort.
Xander and Willow examined their glasses, and also set them down, Xander looking a little green. “Oh god. Did I drink a bug? I think I drank a bug.” He clutched at his stomach. “I did. I can feel it crawling around inside me.”
Giles giggled, a hand over his mouth.
Spike fished an ice cube containing a cockroach out of his drink and examined it. “Neat. These are considered a delicacy at demon parties.” He popped the ice cube into his mouth, and crunched down.
The others stared at him, aghast.
Buffy made hurling sounds into the hand cupped over her mouth. “I am never ever kissing you ever again.”
“What? It’s just a bug,” he said, and crunched the rest up with obvious relish.
“That – that was plastic, you berk!” Giles said.
Spike swallowed. “Huh. Thought it tasted a bit off,” he said. “Got any real ones?”
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I just read the issue today!!!! *shakes pompoms*
“Got any real ones?”
Yeah, Buffy won't be kissing him any time soon if he keep this up (and by soon I mean "five minutes, give or take.")
I'm both amused and annoyed by the fact that Giles in the comics is obsessed with sex - of all the things he can't do or have any more as a child, that's the thing the writers focus on. Not the loss of a driver's license and the ability to get around freely (which is horrible when you lose it, i know); not the ability to vote, or open a bank account, or go anywhere he likes, or hell, even access to alcohol and good drugs.
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On the other hand, having just come back from Europe, I do think he'd be less sanguine about the loss of alcohol, the USA approach to which is just silly.
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Having been without a drivers license for a time in a place where there is also some public transit (and I ride my bike a lot) I do know that the enforced loss of my car felt like a loss of part of my adulthood, it was a loss of privilege that I resented (never mind that I can drive my car again now and rarely do.It's like a security blanket, it't there and I know I can use it if I want to or need to, never mind how often I do. )
And we know Giles drove in Sunnydale and had one of those little middle life crisis convertibles, so I think that psychologically that would still have an effect.
I do think he'd be less sanguine about the loss of alcohol, the USA approach to which is just silly.
Very very VERY good point!
I just think the comics have been very one-note about the whole thing which sadly reduces Giles' character far more than the mere fact of being reduced to a 12 year old. There are complicated preteen characters in literature. But "complex characterization" is not really the comics' strong suit.
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Serve Mini!Giles right.
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Silly Giles. I don't blame him a bit... *\o/*