Give me something to break [Get out of my fucking face]

[whattingawhat]

[Moronic--it's a synonym for noble]

Co-written with stillacrime

Work didn’t seem to make time for special occasions. So when Danny had had to work overtime on his shift, he just showered at the lab and changed into a nicer shirt from his locker and a pair of jeans. He had on his black boots and his hair, as always was a mess.


“Daaaaam….” He had greeted Buffy at the apartment. And the thought crossed his mind that looking hot just might be another bonus super power to being the Slayer.


Tonight was a night for celebrating and they were going to make a whole night of it no matter how badly he would hate himself for it when he had to go to work tomorrow. Buffy had started drinking early and as they took the subway from bar to bar, they were getting more and more inebriated. It was a good time though and out of the five bars they had been to so far, they g and the dress, completely not made for falling down. And sure she had on pretty underwear bhad made stops in the girls bathroom for two of them for… well, obvious reasons.



Danny’s arm slid around Buffy’s waist as they walked into bar number six. Heavy rock music blared in the dimly lit club and Danny instantly led Buffy to the dance floor. She had to show off that dress some more. He really just liked looking at her move in it. Who wouldn’t?

Looking hot? Totally the PTB's apology for screwing Slayers over, if you asked Buffy. Because let's face it, slayers were traditionally pretty. Buffy had started drinking early. Very early and she'd already planned to have hangover day at work. The boys were going to pretend to be Ninjas IE super quiet and stealthy. By the time Danny pulled her on the dance floor in bar number six, Buffy wasn't quite smashed but she was pretty damn drunk. She'd started with a bottle of champagne at home then moved onto tequila shots. Slayer balance, totally a blessing, otherwise she wouldn't be able to walk on the four inch heels she was wearinut that didn't mean she wanted the world to see them. Paris had not started a trend she wanted to follow. At this point, the dancing was more instinct and predatory grace than actually thought or decision. The song ended and Buffy leaned into Danny and whispered in his ear.

"I have to actually pee so you can't go to the bathroom with me but you could meet me in ten. Bring shots." She pulled back and kissed him, making it something that was no where near decent for public before she broke the kiss, winked at him and started through the crowd toward the bathroom.


"Boom." After returning the kiss, a crooked grin slid over Danny's lips. He stood on the dance floor, just watching the sway of her hips and the backs of long legs as she walked away. It wasn't until he felt another arm slide around his waist from behind him that he turned around. Unlike Buffy, he was pretty inebriated. Human constitution made it pretty difficult to keep up with Slayer constitution. Buffy could drink him under the table and he was nowhere near a lightweight when it came to drinking.


When he turned around, a pretty brunette was smiling up at him. She leaned in to make her request at his ear, the scent of beer evident on her breath. She was having a really good time too, it would seem. "Dance with me. I'm Cheryl."


"Danny." Placing a hand on her arm to hold her back and steady, he returned the introduction and then pointed back towards the crowd in the direction of the bathroom. "And that's my girlfriend. We're out celebratin' and she wants shots so I'm gonna go. Thanks though."


He stepped away and weaved his way through the crowd to the bar where crowds had gathered to order drinks. Leaning both elbows on a small space at the bar, he waited for one of the several tenders to notice him so that he could order. He felt a hand at his lower back and looked sideways to see Cheryl again. He grinned and nodded a greeting. "You're gettin' drinks too, huh?"


"Just following you. You're pretty cute, you know that?" Cheryl cooed. "I was watching you walk away and had to follow."


"Uhhh... yeah..." Danny shifted uncomfortably, and tried to think of what to say that he hadn't already said. "Cheryl you seem nice but I'm with somebody. There's guys you can follow all over this place." He held up two fingers when the bartender looked over to him. "Tequila shots." He ordered.


Cheryl laughed and placed a hand over Danny's backside and squeezed. "They don't have your ass."

Buffy waited in the bathroom for a little while and when Danny didn't show up she decided to go looking for him. She was drunk but not so drunk that it didn't occur to her that something might have happened. She weaved through the crowd relatively easy which was pretty normal. Humans recognized a predator and they parted way for her, even if they didn't realize why they were moving. It was also one reason she didn't usually have to worry about guys hitting on her. However, Danny didn't have the same sort of grr factor going for him. In fact, it was an entirely different kind of grr factor he had going and Buffy showed up just in time to see a brunette's hand on Danny's ass.


"Excuse me, but I believe that's my ass you have your hand on," Buffy interrupted. She had her jaw squared and her arms crossed over her chest mostly because she was trying not to put her fist through Slut girl's face. The girl turned around, arching an eyebrow at Buffy.


"You can't just leave a guy who looks like this lying around," the girl said as she looked up and down Buffy.

"Oh well I should have dragged him to the bathroom for more sex but I thought three times tonight was enough," Buffy responded. Her arms went down by her side and her hands balled up into fists.

"Well that explains the dress. I bet you've got an account at Sluts 'R' Us."


The hand on his backside had shocked him. But it hadn't shocked him as much as the sound of Buffy's voice at the worst of moments. Now he had listened to the back and forth, trying to get a word in edgewise before the already escalated situation got out of hand. "Woah, now wait a minute..." But it was like he hadn't said anything at all.


Buffy didn't actually think. She was too mad to think and too drunk to do anything but react. She did pull her punch though so that the nasty right cross that hit the girl squarely on the jaw only snapped her neck back instead of broke it. To her credit, Slut Girl didn't go down like a hundred pound weight. She came right back at Buffy, hands curled into claws and grabbed a handful of Buffy's hair. The room automatically formed into a circle, some people yelling about a cat fight.

"I hate it when they make me do the girl thing," Buffy growled as she and the girl went to the ground, Buffy on top. And right now, she was glad she'd worn pretty, matching underwear. The girl was grabbing hair and Buffy actually bit her, which made the girl scream. Buffy had her pinned down by the throat and was about to take a punch that would have knocked the girl out when a guy grabbed her from behind and started to haul her off the girl.

Danny was stepping in to get his girlfriend off of Cheryl when another guy put his hands around Buffy's waist. "Hey! Get your fuckin' hands off of her." He shoved the guy away from Buffy and wrapped his arms around her to pull her up and off of the other girl. He helped her smooth out her dress and gently brushed some of her hair back from her forehead. "You alright?"


He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around just in time to meet a fist to his jaw from the guy he had just shoved away from Buffy. Danny was a man who acted first and thought later when he was sober. When he was smashed, that charming trait was magnified tenfold. The guy was bigger than him, so he put everything into his punch on the way back up and it was a pretty good punch if he did say so himself. Then he crouched down and caught the guy at the waist to push him back to the ground.


That was when five of the guys' best buddies decided that they needed to help their friend out. They couldn't stand idly by and watch their friend get beat up by the little guy. Danny flailed, trying to get loose as two of the guys held him back. The one who had tried to touch Buffy decided to take the cheap shot, landing a fist squarely to Danny's nose.


He felt blood gush out of his nose in response to the unfair attack. "Oh, so that's how you fight? Gotta have your buddies to do your dirty work while you take the easy cheap shots?" Trash talking was something he did well and he punctuated it with a laugh that bubbled up from inside of him. It was funny. He was a little guy but he could hold his own... only not against six. "Six? You gotta be kiddin' me..." He grinned and laughed again, bloody nose, bruised jaw and all.

"Oh, you did not just hurt my boyfriend," Buffy said as she jumped right back into the fight with Danny. She'd rather fight boys anyway. They didn't pull hair and she could hit harder without worrying about seriously hurting them. The first guy she hit had a glass jaw and went down like a pile of bricks. She was distracted and drunk so she didn't see the other guy's punch coming. He hit her pretty solidly but compared to her nightly routine, not so much. She laughed at him and shook her head.

"You hit like a girl," she told him before she threw a punch that hit the guy square in the nose, blood gushed and while he was yelling about his nose, she kneed him in the groin. "And that was for my boyfriend." Two down and Danny was still fighting with three of them. Buffy grabbed one by the collar and hauled him off Danny, throwing him into the bar. Now she figured the odds were more even. Not that she was backing out of the fight. Not even. This was fun.


Watching Buffy fight the bigger guys and win was far too amusing in his inebriated state. When she whittled it down to two, he took one and she took one. Hitting the guy low at the waist, he shoved him back into a table and chairs, tackling him to the floor. "Not so fun when the odds are more even, huh?" He landed one, two, three punches down into the guys' face before backing off and looking for Buffy. They had to get out of here before the cops came or he was in deep shit. Luckily, it didn't look like this dive had working video surveillance.


"Yo, Sunshine!" He called out. "Our savin' each others' asses is real noble and all, but let's get outta here, yeah?"

Buffy took her guy out pretty quickly with a kidney punch and a nice jab landing on his jaw. When Danny yelled for her, she shoved her way through the people left and grabbed Danny's hand, letting him drag her out of the bar and high tail it down the street. They'd both intended on getting smashed so they'd taken the subway and taxi cabs. They hailed a cab and slid into the back seat.


"Let me look at your nose, Boyfriend," Buffy said as she cupped Danny's face in her hands. She gingerly touched the bridge of his nose. "I don't think it's broken. Noble yeah but I think it was pretty moronic to take on that many guys."


"They were takin' on me! You saw!" Danny argued, tilting his head up just a little into Buffy's hands so that she could inspect his nose. "They're the morons. 'Sides, I was just keepin' that scmuck's hands off 'a you. Bein' all protective like you know I can get. Then suddenly he brought his friends in. And there I was, six against one. Just like that. Boom."

"Yeah well...I can't take you anywhere," Buffy teased him. There was really too much blood for her to tell beyond broken or not but there wasn't enough fabric on her to dress to keep things covered AND wipe the blood off. "Girls just hit on you and that makes me hit on them. Not the same kind of hit." She leaned in and placed a light kiss on his lips. "They're going to be hurting tomorrow though and it was kinda fun. Are you okay?"


He returned the kiss to his lips, a small grin playing at the corners. "Only the two of us would think violence was fun. Yeah, I'm alright. You?"

"I think I got blood on my dress. His not mine and someone's hard jaw bruised my knuckles, which means I probably hit too hard." She bit her bottom lip. "They were all...you know...you can't kill someone from hitting them too hard...can you? I pulled the punch but not very much and I don't think I broke his neck. He'll be okay."


"We're all okay, Summers." Danny glided one hand up Buffy's thigh. "And when we get home and cleaned up, I think we'll be even more okay... noble, not moronic."

It was super easy in her drunk state to let Danny's hand on her thigh make her forget about the guy who'd bruised her knuckles with his jaw. She moved closer, into his lap and glanced in the rearview mirror at the taxi cab driver before pressing a hard kiss to Danny's lips. She could taste blood and tequila and the whole H factor thing apparently just related to violence period and not necessarily slaying. "I think we can be okay right now," she whispered against his mouth between kisses. Danny's hand slid further up her thigh, pushing the tiny skirt of her dress up with it. She giggled deep in her throat and slid her hands down his chest. "Okay, you were totally noble. Not moronic at all."