Cross posted to open_on_sunday and my regular journal.
BtVS – Season 4 – Post The Initiative – Spike/Buffy
A set of three drabbles.
Color Me Snarky
Standing in the hair care aisle of the local Rexall while trying to avoid the overhead mirrors, Spike browses through the boxes of color, wondering if it’s time to change the shade of his hair. The look may be fabulous, but it’s a homing beacon for the damned soldier boys after him.
Any shade of red will have them accusing him of harassing the witch, and brown would be insulting droopy boy. And the devil take him if he went honey blond – one brassed off slayer.
Guess it’s back to the health care aisle and the large bottle of peroxide.
It’s late and she’s tired, but Buffy’s on a mission. She slips into the Rexall and heads directly to the hair care products, hoping to avoid anyone she knows. While it’s not a secret that her hair color isn’t exactly the one she was born with, she doesn’t care to broadcast it to all of Sunnydale.
Ash blonde, dirty blonde, icy blonde… box by box she looks until she finds it: natural honey blonde. Perfect. Not wanting to get caught out again, Buffy shovels the 4 remaining boxes into her basket and heads for the checkout counter at warp speed.
She’s in such a hurry to get out of the store that she isn’t paying attention to her surroundings. A collision’s inevitable. Smack dab into the biggest chatterbox of all time: Spike. Just perfect.
“What are you doing here, Spike? Come to eat the stockboys? No, wait… you can’t,” Buffy sneered.
“Funny, Slayer. Know why you’re here. Could be starring in Roots, the blonde generation,” he shot back.
“You’re such a pig.” She pushes him into the shelves, causing him to drop the bottle of peroxide he’s trying to hide in his duster’s pocket.
“Roots, the next generation,” she laughed.