Watching season three of Buffy is so weird sometimes because whenever I see Angel and Wesley in the same scene, all I can think is, “Ohhh, you boys have no idea what kind of ride you’re in for together.”
Okay the magic au is going on the back burner because this
post just BLEW my GODDAMN MIND and I’m angry I didn’t think of it first but I
guess I’ll just have to write something
IT’S ANGEL AU TIME (almost 1.5k, wow)
For a kegster, this
isn’t so bad, Jack thinks as he weaves his way through the pulsing, excited
crowd in the direction of the kitchen.
Shitty had insisted that Jack stay for this one. “No friend
of mine is staying locked up in his room watching some conspiracy-theory-““It’s
about trench warfare in the first World War, Shits-““While one of the greatest
parties in the universe is raging just below! I won’t have it!” So,
reluctantly, Jack agreed to hang around for this one. Ransom and Holster were
keeping him company for most of the night, providing conversation and making
sure Jack felt comfortable, Shitty and Lardo were on crowd control, and Jack
was willing to admit that, yeah, these parties might actually be fun.
A song had started playing through the speakers and Ransom
and Holster bolted to the middle of the dance floor, leaving Jack alone. It was
a Beyoncé song that Bittle was singing in the shower just a few days ago, so
when the small blonde wasn’t right there, dancing along with Ransom and
Holster, Jack was surprised.
Jack finally managed to get into the kitchen. He was
expecting to see Bittle in there, too, making a pie or grabbing another beer,
but he was nowhere in sight. Where is he?
Jack thought as he put his beer down left of the sink, where he could find it
later. Unlike him, Bitty loved Haus parties. He had sworn he saw him earlier
that night, talking with one of the swimmers on the porch, but then he was
Jack was about to head back into the living room when he
felt a thump beneath his feet. The
heavy table, covered in food, snacks, beer, and dishes rattled.
“What the hell-“ Jack asked the empty kitchen. Another thump
answered, louder this time, and a muffled exclamation.