Buffy AKA The Flapper

Buffy: The Flapper

Rating: G

Summary: This is a collection of stories that might be over 100 words so I'm just going to call them shorties. They Xover w/ Chicago. It’s AU. So there’s no explanation on how the Scoobies got to Chicago, or why they went back in time to the 20's. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. But when I control the world I plan on owning Chicago. Just kidding.

A/N: This is the first drabble I have done on purpose. I have a few more.
Thanks Sally for helping me with these. Half the time I don’t know what I’m doing.


Feedback: Pretty please? I love reading them.



Buffy stared at herself in the mirror.


‘Gosh, I look spiffy.’ She smiled at herself. Tonight the blonde flapper was going to a speakeasy*. Not to drink, but to dance.


Buffy put on some finishing touches to her appearance. She wore golden, Egyptian jewelry. It didn’t match her black, backless dress (that was covered with beads) but it was the craze.


There was a knock at the door.


“Be there in a jiffy!” Buffy fixed her short hair and walked out the door.


“Hey there Billy.”


The lawyer grinned at her and guided her outside.


“You sure look swell,” he said.


“I’m no pushover. No necking yet.”


“Nice gams?” He tried again, looking at her legs.


“Stop it. You’re giving me the heebie jeebies!” She gave him a kiss and dragged him to the bar.


Fin~


A/N– that was so fluffy, it sickened me.
*speakeasy: a bar