Title: 40 oz to Freedom (1/1)
Author: Queena =D
Rating: R, I guess
Content: Swearing, sexual innuendo, and alcohol consumption
Summary: Buffy, Oz and Spike drown their sorrows.
Disclaimer: The characters ain't mine. They're Joss'.
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Oz shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he walked aimlessly through the dark streets of Sunnydale. He knew it was dangerous to be out at night, but he always carried protection on him. And if he was attacked by a vampire, who cares? His life was useless. He was useless. Life sucks anyway.

He wasn't going anywhere. He had just decided to take a late night walk. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't do anything but think of *her*. She left him. Left him for that dick, Xander. "Bitch," he muttered to himself.

As soon as the word came out of his mouth he silently chastised himself. He had always made it a point not to think of any woman that way, esspecially Willow. But why should he give her that respect? She certainly didn't respect *him*. No matter that he loved her with all of his being. No matter that he lived for her. She had basically said 'Fuck off' and 'Who cares?' when she had decided that he wasn't enough for her.

He ran his fingers through his hair with exasperation. That's when he felt something grab him, no doubt a vampire. The vise-like grip on his throat stopped him from crying out any protests, not that he was planning to anyway. He was lifted from his feet and dragged into a dark alley and slammed against a brick wall.

His eyes met with a set of glossy, yellow eyes, a harsh ridge shadowing them. There was a loud snarl and he prepared himself for the bite, but it didn't come. The vampire that still had him in it's grasp bared it's fangs. White blond hair with dark roots crowned the head of the demon and Oz could swear that he had heard a description of this vampire, but he couldn't place the name that went along with it. Suddenly, the game face dissolved back to human and Oz was face to face with one of the prettiest men he had ever seen. Bloodshot, pale blue eyes, chiseled features with high cheekbones and full, pink lips.

The grip on his neck was suddenly gone and Oz fell back to his feet, barely keeping his knees from buckling out from under him. His own hands came up to his neck as he sucked air into his deprived lungs. "Fuck!" he heard the vampire swear. "I'm too depressed to even eat."

When he had finally caught his breath, Oz scanned the alley for his attacker. He found him sitting right next to him, at his feet, his back to the same wall as his was. The vamp sniffed a bit and pulled a bottle out of his long, leather jacket to take a hard swig off of it.

Spike noticed that the mortal was still there, looking down at him with a small amount of curiousity. "Go ahead and run off. I'm not going to kill you," Spike told him and waved his hand dismissively.

Oz looked from the vamp to the entrance of the alley and back again. He considered doing as he was told, but his legs felt too jello-y to be moved. It wasn't from the near death experience he had just had either. Tossing the idea of leaving aside, Oz slid down the wall to sit next to obviously drunken creature. "I'm too depressed to run," he stated simply. "You think if I sit here long enough, you might regain your appetite?" Oz asked.

"Women problems," Spike stated knowingly with a nod. He shoved the almost full bottle into Oz's hands and pulled out another. Oz quirked an eyebrow questioningly before looking at the large bottle in his hands and then the new one that Spike had just produced.

"Old English?" Oz asked, using both hands to grip the 40 oz bottle.

"The liquor stores are all closed and this was all they had at the AM/PM," Spike answered before chugging down some of the malt liquor. Oz shrugged and then did the same.

After chugging down a large amount of the beer, Oz pulled the bottle away from his mouth and used the back of his hand to wipe away the excess that had dribbled over his lips. He had heard the cockney British accent and suddenly remembered the name of the vampire that fit his description. "You're Spike, right? I'm Oz," he offered.

Spike snorted derisively. "Of course, I would choose to drown my sorrows with a chap who just happens to be mates with that stake weilding bitch, the Slayer," he said with a hint of self disgust. "Figures."

"Hey, you don't hold that against me and I won't hold the fact that you're an undead, blood sucking creature of the night against you," Oz said in a steady voice before taking another long drink off of the bottle.

"Let me guess," Spike ventured. "You loved her with everything you had? Cherished the ground she walked on and she left you for someone else?"

"That would be about the it," Oz nodded.

"Ahem!" Both Spike and Oz heard. Their heads snapped up at the intrusive sound. There stood Buffy with her legs spread, tapping a stake against her thigh. "Am I interupting something?" she asked in a hard voice.

Oz pulled in the corner of his mouth in a half smile and said, "Hi, Buffy," before taking another drink from the 40 ouncer. Spike set his own bottle on the pavement next to him and pulled his duster wide open. He tapped his chest right in front of his heart. "Go for it, Slayer. Have a hey-day," he offered.

Buffy took a step forward and raised her stake to comply with his request, but she just sighed and lowered her stake. "I'm too depressed to slay," she said sadly. Slowly, she made her way over to them and nudged Oz's leg with her foot. "Scoot over," she told him. He did as she asked and she sat between the werewolf and vampire.

Spike picked his drink back up and chose to ignore the fact that he was now sitting chumily with the Slayer and one of her buds. "All not right in paridisshe?" he slurred out to Buffy. He turned his head a bit to see the Slayer accepting the bottle that Oz had offered to her.

"What paridisshe?" she mimicked and chugged that remainder of the beer down before tossing the empty bottle. It landed against the wall across from them and shattered with a clash. Spike took that chance to pull another bottle out of his jacket and hand it to her.

"How many of them things you got hidden on you?" Oz asked with some amusement.

"I had six, I got three left. You want another one?" Spike offered.

"No, he'll share with me," Buffy answered for him. She took a drink and leaned her head against Oz's shoulder with a sigh. "Life sucks."

"What did Soulboy do this time?" Spike asked mockingly.

"He left."

"Thank the Devil for that small favor," Spike said before finishing off his bottle and pulling another out from the depth of his bottomless pit of a coat.

"Speak for yourself. So, what's up with you anyway? Dru not into the whole 'Spank me and I'll forgive you' thing anymore?" Buffy guessed.

"She's not mine anymore," was Spike's simple answer.

Oz shifted uncomfortably as Buffy's hard head dug into his shoulder bone. He lifted his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, half to find a more comfortable position for them both, half to steal some of her body warmth. He was starting to get kind of cold.

"Awwwww, don't you two look like a picture of couple-y cuteness?" Spike drawled, sounding a little disgusted.

"Jealous, Spike?" Oz asked, laying his cheek against Buffy's hair and looking at Spike over her head.

"Ewwww," Buffy and Spike said in unison.

Clumsily, Spike pushed himself onto his knees. It took him a few attempts, but he was finally able to get to his feet. He swayed and put his hand on his swimming head.

"Where ya goin'?" Buffy asked, curiously from the crook of Oz's arm.

"To find a rock to crawl unda," Spike only half joked. "I wonder what Acothla's doin' tonight." He heard Buffy giggle as he stumbled away, humming a Sex Pistols song to himself.

"Want me to walk you home?" Buffy aske Oz, raising her head up to look into his face.

"You gonna come in with me?" Oz asked playfully.

"Have rebound sex?" Buffy played along.

"If it's at all possible at this point." He smiled and let his chin fall to his chest.

"Sigh, come on. I'll get you home. And if I do come in with you it'll be to pass out in your bed. Not to have rebound sex with you," Buffy said and jumped up. She offered him her hand, which he excepted and allowed her to pull him to his feet. He swayed a bit, but Buffy wrapped his arm around her shoulders again, this time to help him stand.

"See, that's what you say now. You have no idea my powers of persuasion," Oz said, as she led him out of the alley.

"Well, I must say. I can't wait to see this," Buffy said, with a loud giggle.
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So, what. It sucked. Feedback me anyway.