Author: Coopster5000
Rating: R for language and sexual themes
Disclaimer: NOTHING LIKE EITHER SHOWS!

Willow, Spike, And Faith walked into the cafeteria deep in conversation.

"Man we seriously need to find more places to do our gig," said faith while making their way to the table Xander was saving for them.

"You're telling me," said Willow plopping down near Xander. "We only made thirty five bucks each last night. That shit doesn't even cover gas money!"

"Oy here comes Captian Cardboard," said Spike while pulling out a cigaret. "This wanker better leave before I give him a bloody good kicking."

"Well, well if it isn't the nerd herd," said Riley with his football friends behind him.

"Oh wow did you make that one up all by yourself," said Willow with a role of her eyes.

"Shut up tree!" said one of the burlly football players.

"Ow yeah that really hurt my feelings." Willow pretended to wipe away a tear from her eye, using her middle finger to do so.

"Hey fuckheads why don't you just leave," said Faith, standing up and cracking her knuckles.

"O' yea, and what are you gonna do about it dyke!" said Riley with a grin. Behind him his four jock friends started to rotate their shoulders and crack their knuckles in preparation for a fight.

"Leave them alone," said a blonde walking up behind Riley and his goons, followed by two other blondes.

"Why don't you take your pretty little ass back to the table," grinned Riley as he chucked his thumbs over his shoulder.

"Excuse me?" replied the blonde.

"You heard me sweet cheeks," he laughed, his boys soon following. "Now you see with you being slightly new and all I guess we didn't explain it well enough to you. This right here is the ass wiping section," he draped one arm around the blonde and the other he rotated in front of his chest. "that's the ass whipping table," he pointed at the four pissed off friends. " and we," he gave her a tight squeeze. " We, are the ones that hand out the ass whippings."

"Yea I guess your right. What with me being new and all the only thing I've picked up was if you get into another fight you'll be kicked off the football team," the blonde shrugged her shoulders, effectively removing Riley's arm as she did so. "but seeing as how the team sucks I really don't see as how it would make a difference.

"Hahaha. Bust!" Xander laughed as he pointed at the red faced quarterback.

"Now I think you should take your 'pretty' little ass back to the table," smile Willow as she kicked up her feet onto the table.

Reluctantly the football players left.

"I'm sorry about that," said the blonde. "their major assholes."

"Like we haven't noticed goldie," said Spike snappishly setteling back into his seat.

"Yo, leave her alone," snapped back Willow. "sorry he can be an asshole himself sometimes," she replied back with a smile. "I'm Willow by the way," she said, extending her hand out towards the other women.

"Tara," the blonde replied taking the hand with a smile. For some reason she couldn't pull her eyes away from Willow's face. She had the most amazing eyes.

Little did Tara know, but Willow was thinking the same thing. 'Damn she's hot. O God look at those eyes. There as blue as the ocean on a stormy night... and her smile oh god I'm gonna have a heart attack.'

"Hey pet," said Spike to Buffy and also bringing Willow and Tara out of their stare fest. "you want a real man who can show you a good time?" he gave an evil grin and raised one eyebrow.

Not answering Buffy just blushed bright red an walked away.

"I'll be glad to have org..."

"O ... uh bye," said Tara as she grabbed Anya by the arm and dragged her with her to catch up with Buffy.

Turning to look between Faith and Spike. "Is she fresh meat?" she hitched her thumb over her shoulder in the blondes general direction.

"Naah," exclaimed Spike. "To the firing squad I think maybe. She's a Senior. Moved here this summer near the Chase residence." he gave the redhead a toothy smile. "you gonna go for the old bag and tag?"

"Oh haven't had one of those since the end of Sophomore year," chirped in Faith, tapping her long slender fingers on the lunch table.

"What's the bag and tag?" asked Xander, having never heard the term before.

"Well basically, I hook someone in. I make them fall madly in love with me," said Willow plainly.

"That's the bag," included Faith.

"Then I fuck the shit out of them and I leave my mark," she lent closer to Xander and snapped at his neck.

"And that my friend is the tag," replied Spike, tilting his chair back.

"And what happens aft... hey didn't you do that to Janet?" From the blank looks he got back he took it as a yes. His eyes slowly grew wide. " you're a sick psychotic fuck you know that?" he told the redhead. "and that is why I love you"

'I know ... I'm a bastard.'