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Added 2017-04-27 20:20:01 +0000 UTCWillow felt a tingle as Xander led her to the hotel. It wasn’t as nice as her own house, or Buffy’s house, or even Xander’s house, but its very… sleaziness did something to her. More than any of the quaint, brightly colored spaces that her friends occupied, this looked like some place where nasty things happened. Naughty things. Where people were fucked.
“They book by the hour, but I got it for the whole night,” Xander said as he led her long. “A special night. With a special surprise for a—“
“What’s the surprise?”
“Special girl,” Xander finished lamely. “And it’s a surprise, so—“
“Am I going to have sex with it?”
Xander gulped, still a bit surprised by how incongruously Willow’s sex drive fit in with her unabashed enthusiasm. “I mean, if you wanna—“
“Faith?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Joyce?”
“Not a guessing game.”
“Dawn? Tara? Kennedy?”
“Who?”
“Amy? Anya? Jenny? Vamp me?”
“You want to fuck yourself?” Xander asked.
“I have gotten pretty good at it…” Willow said dismally, biting a nail.
Xander stopped in front of the door. “Well, here we are. All the answers await.”
Willow squeed and tried the doorknob, after which Xander remembered to use the room key. He’d barely used it before Willow shoved her way inside and saw Jenny Calendar, the camera equipment, Angel, Giles.
All of them arranged together, like some play currently in intermission, but whose plot she couldn’t discern.
