Busted!
Author:
PaulenaK ~ toukalah@hotmail.com
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer:
Everything WWE belongs to Vince McMahon. Everything BTVS
belongs
to Joss Whedon.
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Is much appreciated.
Summary:
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Busted!
**
“Dawn
Summers!”
The
hand holding the glass that had been on its way to her mouth stilled in mid air
and she tentatively spun around on the stool she was seated on till her back
was against the bar and tried to muster a fake
‘I-just-didn’t-get-caught-in-a-night-club’ grin.
“Hey
Andrew!” she said over the music blaring throughout the place her grin staying
on her face even though her gaze went behind her friend. A relieved look
crossing her face before her gaze came back to his. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Both
Andrew’s hands went to his narrow hips. “You are so in big trouble young lady.
Buffy has had us all out looking for you. Do you know how worried that girl has
been? Between Caleb, the First, Faith’s return, the Potentials and her ever
present lust for Spike do you really think she has time for your disappearing
acts? And just what are you doing in a night club-“ His gaze went to the glass
in her hand. “Is that alcohol?”
Her
grin was sheepish, her cheeks flushed.
“Dawn
Summers you are going to be grounded till the next apocalypse! Get up off that
stool and march to the door right this instant!”
Dawn’s
face was beet red now and Andrew’s mother hen act had caused more then a few
heads to turn.
“Andrew
please… I… I’m on a date.”
“A
date? How could you find time to accept a date? I cant even sit in the bathroom
without Anya bursting in wanting to know if I’m
masturbating.” He folded his arms across his chest and his foot began to tap.
“Well I’m waiting. Where did you meet this boy and what’s his name?”
She
sat her glass down on the bar and kept her eyes on the floor. “The internet.”
She mumbled quietly.
“The
internet!” he exploded causing her to look around the crowded room anxiously
and then seeing her expression he repeated a little quieter. “We definitely
need to limit your net usage. Well, where is this boy?” he asked his eyes
joining hers in there dance around the room. “I’m sure Buffy would have a few
words to say to his parents.”
“He’s
not a boy Andrew.”
His eyes
widened again and Dawn was sure he was going to blow a gasket anytime soon.
“He’s
24 years old and his name is Randy. Randy Orton.”
“What
kind of a name is ‘Randy Orton’ I ask?” he said more to himself then to her
only to wave his hands in front of him and declare, “Forget what I said before.
I think Buffy, Xander, Willow, Anya
and Spike will all want a few words with him.” His eyes went around the room
again. “Which one is he?” he asked again.
Dawn
inclined her head to the dance floor. “The one with his own harem.” She said
her eyes taking in the sight of her date bumping and grinding it on the dance
floor with at least four different girls.
“Holy
moly!” Andrew exclaimed as his eyes saw the same
thing hers did. “He’s gorgeous!”
“Yep.”
Dawn agreed. “Pity he’s too aware of that fact.”
Sending
one longing look towards her ‘supposed to be’ date she sighed and pulled Andrew
towards the exit door. “Okay. Take me home to face the music.”
Andrew
pulled back as she started to push him towards the exit door, his eyes still on the dance floor. “You sure…
it’s still early…”
Dawn
rolled her eyes. Was no one immune to the beauty that was Randy Orton? She
asked herself, but aloud she said, “Close your mouth Andrew before you drown us
with your drool.”
**
End
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