main character: 'Ripper' Giles and Janet of Electric Mayhem
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to Giles, the creation of Joss Whedon for the series 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'. I hold no legal rights to Janice, the creation of the Muppets.
distribution: Jinni, Paula - anyone else just ask.
notes: an acknowledgment is due to the person that wrote a BtVS/Absolutelyfabulous crossover - I'm just not sure if it should be a 'thank you' or a 'how could you do this to me?' this takes place in Giles's wild youth. Eyghon wasn't the only thing to forget...
minor edit: it was pointed out that her name is Janice, not Janet - Thanks, Stevo.
Rupert groaned, feeling as if something had let a band into his head, where they were practicing. Something loud, with too many drums. What on earth had he taken last night, and why?
Oh yes, he'd wanted to have some fun. Ethan had found this club, and they'd all gone to relax, listen to music, and... Well, to put it bluntly, to listen to loud music, drink, smoke, and pick up someone to shag. For once, he was trying to live up the whole irresponsible youth idea that his father kept accusing him. And it hurt, at least, this morning hurt. Last night had been fun.
He kept his eyes closed, feeling as if the light that he was sure filled the room would melt his eyeballs from their sockets. He could still see starbursts and streaks inside his eyelids. Patchy memories of last night were coming back as the numbing residue o f sleep faded. The first pub had been smoky and dull, so they'd left. John had found the other one, a little door in a dark alley. Inside there had been smoke with a slightly harsher, more bitter tang. More than cigarettes were smoked in this place, obviously. They'd drank... He had this fuzzy memory of Ethan trying to match shots with something... some guy with a wild hat and really big teeth. The band had been loud and enthusiastic.
He seemed to recall that after the last set, he'd been trying to chat up the woman from the band... Jenny, Jane... something like that. She wasn't British though.
Had they gone back to her place? Was that real or a dream? He seemed to recall her pulling out a little bottle full of green and yellow pills, offering him one as she looked at him with those big, half closed eyes... Everything had felt really... good. Mellow.
He also seemed to recall some of the best, wildest sex that had ever occurred outside of his sordid imaginings. Sordid... It seems that he had learned something at college. But were those memories, or fragments of a wild dream?
"Ripper? You awake yet?" Her voice still had that casual tone, the sensual way that every syllable was drawn out.
Attempting to sit up, he groaned. It felt like the world was spinning around him, and he kept his eyes firmly closed.
"Yeah, the morning after sometimes hit like that. I've got some coffee... or would you prefer tea?"
"Either." Slowly, the world stopped spinning. Very carefully, he opened his eyes.
It looked like a fairly ordinary bedroom. He was perched on the huge four-poster bed, with a bra hanging from one post, the cup caught over the top. One of his socks was not quite falling from the bed corner, and he could only assume that some of the mass of clothing scattered vaguely near a basket might be his. There was a dresser, with a big box slightly opened sitting on the top. He could see an assortment of make up and pills inside. Apparently, he did go home with her last night, or this morning, whenever the club had finally closed.
Her shadow entered the room first, tying with the scent of coffee and toast. "Breakfast is served."
Ripper looked over, smiling at her golden skin, marveling at how much of it was revealed by the little robe. It was just loosely tied, and almost falling from one shoulder. Her long hair had been twisted into some strange style, and she had gleaming hoop earrings. She was actually oddly short, and he wondered if he'd noticed that last night.
"Did we introduce ourselves? With names?" He reached for the cup, hoping that it would help. His hand was shaking, and he wondered if it was a result of last night.
"You're Ripper, and I'm Janice. With the band... you know, Electric Mayhem?" She smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I had no idea that London would be so much fun."
"You have to find the right spot." He sipped at the coffee, wincing at the taste. But it seemed to be helping; at least his mouth didn't feel quite so fuzzy.
"Fer sure." Her nod seemed casual, as if while things were fun, there was nothing of any urgency anywhere. She smiled, and reached out, her hand tracing over his arm. "You're helping make things more fun."
"I like fun." His smile was supposed to be charming. The pounding in his head was fading, and that robe of hers... it was definitely giving him a few ideas.
She leaned closer, one hand cupping his cheek. "So do I."
They kissed, tongues teasing and flicking. Ripper had no doubts that things would get very interesting all over again, and he really wouldn't be needing that clothing back anytime too soon. There were better things to do, after all. Things with him and Janice...
Her kisses tasted... he couldn't name it. But it was wild, and powerful, and he was starting to see little sparkles again, and she looked almost... almost like felt. Who needed to start the day with reality anyhow?