Buffy always wanted a wedding. She knows that it’s not exactly workable, given the life she lives (and a little the person she’s marrying) but she wants her day.
She just wants to be sure her day will not be crashed by demons.
Buffy has been engaged for a while. And she knows that there is no rush to the altar. Peter will not run away if she doesn’t marry him immediately. But after helping Lindsay and Ben plan and execute their wedding, and attending Hal and Olivia’s in Boston, she’s been aching for it to be her turn. But again, she doesn’t want it to be crashed by demons.
It doesn’t matter how quiet Beacon Hills has been. She’s willing to bet that if word she was having a special occasion got out, people would feel the need to interrupt.
It’s when she’s patrolling, trying to brainstorm her way through potential options, when she hears the faint sound of music coming from a nearby corner. It’s not music that she’s heard before, but there’s something about it that’s familiar, and she follows the sound to a quaint little club in downtown Beacon Hills.
As she slips inside the front door, and she’s quick to realize that this isn’t just any club—this was a demon club. She’s about to slip right back out again when she recognizes the demon in the room's front. Red eyes catch hers as the song ends, and while he doesn’t acknowledge her from the stage, he gives her a look that encourages her to wait.
“Alright folks, time for me to fix myself a martini. Be back in five.” He makes his way down, wandering over to the back, and greets her with a smile that’s likely kinder than she deserves. “Well, what a surprise. Hi, blondie.”
“Hey, Lorne.”
“Can I get you a drink?”
“I would love one.”
* * * * *
“I’ve been in Beacon Hills for years now,” she says as they sit with their fruity drinks in a dark corner of the bar. “How did I never know this was here?”
“Well, that’s probably a feature, not a bug.” Lorne tips his glass back before relaxing quietly in his seat. “When I walked away from Angel, I decided I wanted good vibes only. No bar fights, no getting my arm twisted by good guys who aren’t feeling so good that day … I wanted to cut the rampant destruction down by a good number.”
“I heard how Angel handled things with you and Lindsey,” she nods. “That wasn’t right.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“And I tend to be that bull in the china shop,” Buffy smirks. “So why can I find it now?”
“I don’t know. I guess it depends on what you were looking for.”
Buffy hesitates, not sure if she wants to put this on Lorne’s doorstep. But she can’t say that the opportunity isn’t one that she’s been searching for. A place where they can ensure that people who mean to do harm won’t be able to get in. Still, does she want to disrupt the peace that Lorne had likely struggled so hard to find?
“Out with it, Buffy. I’m just as curious as you are.”
She winces, before: “Do you do weddings?”
There’s a long silence as Lorne processes that before tipping his head to the side. “Two conditions.”
“Hit me.”
“You can’t invite anyone from LA.”
Buffy wasn’t planning on inviting Angel and Spike. It’s weird to invite your exes to your wedding to someone else. She’d feel a little bad about Gunn or Illyria, but if she and Peter wind up eloping, they wouldn’t be invited, regardless.
“Done.”
“And you and your hubby to be have to come in for karaoke.”
Buffy takes a sharp breath, because that might actually be a harder sell. “Does he have to sing?”
“Does a bird have to fly?”
Buffy exhales before nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.” She will not get her hopes too high, but maybe Peter loves her more than she gives him credit for. It’s one thing to agree to marry her. It’s another to sign up for public vulnerability in order to secure a venue.
“Okay,” Lorne smiles. “I’m happy for you, by the way. Whatever little happiness we get in this world, we deserve to grab it.”
“Thank you. You too.” Her eyes glance up at the rest of the club. “This place seems really great, even if I’ll likely never be able to find it again.”
He grins. “So long as you’re just coming for the atmosphere, I think you’ll find your way.”
* * * * *
Three months, a whirlwind planning process and one slap-shod duet later, Buffy and Peter get to take their first dance, with a full group of family and friends. It’s not the big grand wedding she thought of, but the people who matter are there, and she winds her arm around his neck with a small smile.
“I can’t believe we actually did it.”
“Got through the wedding without demons crashing it?”
“That, but … got here at all.” Buffy looks up at him with a small smile. “We’ve been through a lot to get here.”
“We have.” He leans in to kiss her softly. “It’s nice to know that some things pay off in the end.”
“It is.” She leans in to rest her head against his shoulder as the music plays. “I love you.”
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She just wants to be sure her day will not be crashed by demons.
Buffy has been engaged for a while. And she knows that there is no rush to the altar. Peter will not run away if she doesn’t marry him immediately. But after helping Lindsay and Ben plan and execute their wedding, and attending Hal and Olivia’s in Boston, she’s been aching for it to be her turn. But again, she doesn’t want it to be crashed by demons.
It doesn’t matter how quiet Beacon Hills has been. She’s willing to bet that if word she was having a special occasion got out, people would feel the need to interrupt.
It’s when she’s patrolling, trying to brainstorm her way through potential options, when she hears the faint sound of music coming from a nearby corner. It’s not music that she’s heard before, but there’s something about it that’s familiar, and she follows the sound to a quaint little club in downtown Beacon Hills.
As she slips inside the front door, and she’s quick to realize that this isn’t just any club—this was a demon club. She’s about to slip right back out again when she recognizes the demon in the room's front. Red eyes catch hers as the song ends, and while he doesn’t acknowledge her from the stage, he gives her a look that encourages her to wait.
“Alright folks, time for me to fix myself a martini. Be back in five.” He makes his way down, wandering over to the back, and greets her with a smile that’s likely kinder than she deserves. “Well, what a surprise. Hi, blondie.”
“Hey, Lorne.”
“Can I get you a drink?”
“I would love one.”
“I’ve been in Beacon Hills for years now,” she says as they sit with their fruity drinks in a dark corner of the bar. “How did I never know this was here?”
“Well, that’s probably a feature, not a bug.” Lorne tips his glass back before relaxing quietly in his seat. “When I walked away from Angel, I decided I wanted good vibes only. No bar fights, no getting my arm twisted by good guys who aren’t feeling so good that day … I wanted to cut the rampant destruction down by a good number.”
“I heard how Angel handled things with you and Lindsey,” she nods. “That wasn’t right.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“And I tend to be that bull in the china shop,” Buffy smirks. “So why can I find it now?”
“I don’t know. I guess it depends on what you were looking for.”
Buffy hesitates, not sure if she wants to put this on Lorne’s doorstep. But she can’t say that the opportunity isn’t one that she’s been searching for. A place where they can ensure that people who mean to do harm won’t be able to get in. Still, does she want to disrupt the peace that Lorne had likely struggled so hard to find?
“Out with it, Buffy. I’m just as curious as you are.”
She winces, before: “Do you do weddings?”
There’s a long silence as Lorne processes that before tipping his head to the side. “Two conditions.”
“Hit me.”
“You can’t invite anyone from LA.”
Buffy wasn’t planning on inviting Angel and Spike. It’s weird to invite your exes to your wedding to someone else. She’d feel a little bad about Gunn or Illyria, but if she and Peter wind up eloping, they wouldn’t be invited, regardless.
“Done.”
“And you and your hubby to be have to come in for karaoke.”
Buffy takes a sharp breath, because that might actually be a harder sell. “Does he have to sing?”
“Does a bird have to fly?”
Buffy exhales before nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.” She will not get her hopes too high, but maybe Peter loves her more than she gives him credit for. It’s one thing to agree to marry her. It’s another to sign up for public vulnerability in order to secure a venue.
“Okay,” Lorne smiles. “I’m happy for you, by the way. Whatever little happiness we get in this world, we deserve to grab it.”
“Thank you. You too.” Her eyes glance up at the rest of the club. “This place seems really great, even if I’ll likely never be able to find it again.”
He grins. “So long as you’re just coming for the atmosphere, I think you’ll find your way.”
Three months, a whirlwind planning process and one slap-shod duet later, Buffy and Peter get to take their first dance, with a full group of family and friends. It’s not the big grand wedding she thought of, but the people who matter are there, and she winds her arm around his neck with a small smile.
“I can’t believe we actually did it.”
“Got through the wedding without demons crashing it?”
“That, but … got here at all.” Buffy looks up at him with a small smile. “We’ve been through a lot to get here.”
“We have.” He leans in to kiss her softly. “It’s nice to know that some things pay off in the end.”
“It is.” She leans in to rest her head against his shoulder as the music plays. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”