Disclaimer: This story is written as fanfiction only and is a non-profit endeavour, with no intent to infringe on character copyrights.



"The Devil Is In The Details..."

by Ed Becerra

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Giles wanted to do the most un-British thing he could think of. He wanted to hammer his head on the nearest wall until it bled. Perhaps THAT would blot out the hideous sight that lay before him.

Buffy in the Bronze, dancing with a demon.

And not just any demon, mind you. The idiotically incompetent mage who'd summoned this one had allowed his mind to wander at a fatal moment, and when the demon arrived, it took the form of the last image in the fool's mind. A Disney character.

When Buffy paused to take a breather, he grabbed her, dragging her roughly off the dance floor.

"Just what on EARTH do you think you're doing, Ms. Summers?!"

"I'm getting rid of the demon, Giles!"

"By DANCING with it?"

"Well, yeah."

"And how, might I ask, is dancing with a demon going to get rid of it?"

Buffy shrugged. "If nothing else, I'm Twisting the Hellmouse."

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End.



Author's notes:

I expect the owner of a certain famous fanfiction website will want my head on a silver platter, but I couldn't resist. ^_^

Ed.