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(Cut
to the Bronze. The music is jamming and Faith is in the middle
of the crowded dance floor gyrating wildly. A montage of shots
of her dancing with several different people, male and female,
having just about as much fun as was legally possible and still
keeping your clothes on.)
(Cut
to Faith still dancing as she leaves the dance floor, heading for
the bar. We see Spike walking out from under the stair case and
he doesn't see her until she bumps into him.)
Faith:
Ooo!
Spike: ('bugger it' sigh) Oh, *you*.
Faith: (a beat) And you.
Spike: What? Are you keeping tabs on me? You're gonna give
me a hard time now?
Faith: (blinks questioningly) Um, do I usually give
you a hard time?
Spike:(not amused) Very funny. Well, you don't have
to worry about me drinking. (raises his beer bottle) Unless
you're here to
protect innocent beers.
(He walks back to stand under the stairs. Faith follows him and
leans an arm against a support.)
Faith: You're a vampire.
Spike: (glaring) Was. And as soon as I get this chip
out of my head, I'll be a vampire again. But until then, I'm just
as helpless as a kitten up a tree. So why don't you sod off?
Faith: (nonchalantly) Okay. (starts walking away)
Spike: (pissed) Oh, fine! Throw it in my face! (she
faces him again) Spike's not a threat anymore, I'll turn my
back! He can't hurt me.
Faith: Spike? (recognition) Spike. (she starts
to smile as she steps closer to him, until she's standing right
in front of him) William the Bloody with a chip in his head.
I kind of love this town.
Spike: (scoffs) You know why I really hate you, Summers?
Faith: (cheerfully) 'Cause I'm a stuck-up tight-ass
with no sense of fun?
Spike: Well-- (falters) . . . Yeah, that covers a
lot of it.
Faith: 'Cause I could do anything I want, and instead I choose
to pout and whine and feel the burden of Slayerness? (shrugs)
I mean, I could be rich. I could be famous. I could have anything.
(a beat) Anyone.
(She
steps even closer, putting her hands on his chest, their faces
only inches apart. Spike backs up until his back is against
a support and Faith stays close.)
Faith:
Even you, Spike. (voice taking on a sultry tone) I could
ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled
up.
I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you
until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just
a little bit more. And you know why I don't?
(Their
lips very close, Spike doesn't say anything but seems *very*
interested in the answer.)
Faith:
Because it's wrong. (chuckles)
(She
steps around him backing off and Spike glares at her with dangerous
eyes as she just grins back at him.)
Spike:
(menacingly) I get this chip out . . . you and me are gonna
have a confrontation.
Faith: (just as menacingly) Count on it.
(She
walks away. In silent rage, Spike turns back around then spins
and hurls his bottle against the wall where she had been standing
just a moment ago. Still pissed, he turns and stalks across
the club towards the door, stepping between a young couple,
shoving them roughly aside. Before he can take another step
the implant in his head sends pain shooting through his skull
and he raises a hand to his head. As the pain subsides he continues
on his way.)
-from "Who Are You?" Season 4 Ep. 16 (#72) "BtVS" Written
and Directed by Josh Whedon
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