Celebration

[madimpossibledreamer]

happy holidays, whatever you celebrate!
~dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Fusion, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Holidays at the hotel.
Word Count: 470
Rating: Gen

          Buffy walks down the stairs rubbing her eyes and pauses, staring.  She must be dreaming still.
          “You’re awake,” a voice disagrees, and her gaze blearily moves upward to see Xander misusing his powers to decorate the tree without a ladder.
          “You know, I hate it when you do that.”  He’s just showing off.  He doesn’t even have telepathy, she’s pretty sure.  He’s just good at reading and predicting people.
          “Sorry about that,” Xander responds, but the half-laughter in the demonic voice suggests that’s not actually the case.  He keeps doing it to bug her just because he finds it funny.
          “I’m a little confused by a half-demon celebrating Christmas,” she points out, yawning, and he shrugs a little at that before placing an Enterprise ornament on the tree.  Somehow, that shocks her not at all.
          “Well, there’s this pair of old ladies—Vindaichi.  The species believe that if you’re not partying, you’re not living.  Pretty much my only tradition before was outdoor sleeping bag camping, and they were pretty horrified.  They live to make sure the people they care about are always having the best parties, and if people they hate have a party, they try to ruin it.  They’re sweet, if a little meddling and weird,” he explains.  It’s honestly a little weird, survival or no, how many demonic species he remembers, particularly when reading is sometimes a little difficult for him.
          “I like them,” Willow declares cheerfully, having sanely decided on the use of a ladder to hang the garlands rather than using a spell to float or something.  “They gave me a menorah and gelt.  I guess to them, I’m still a kid.”  Apparently, she’s not going to comment on the camping thing.
          “They love different religions—more chance to party.”  Buffy had no idea, but then, their witch tends to be an intense whirlwind of research and quick speaking, not talking about her life, any more than Xander tends to.  “There are presents and everything.”  Apparently that’s not worth commenting on.
          And now Buffy feels guilty.  “I didn’t get you anything.”  She’s pouting.  It’s not like she’ll have much chance getting one now, with just a few days left.  Particularly the kind of shops he likes, the little ones that will all be closed because their owners are already on vacation.
          “The pleasure of your company, m’dear, is all the present I need,” he responds, bowing like an idiot before turning to their wonderful hacker friend.  “Does that make me sound like a crazy shut-in?”
          “Sweetie, you are a crazy shut-in,” Willow corrects sweetly, giggling a little when he pouts in her direction, wings and all.
          Buffy spots the plate of cookies and makes a beeline for it.  “Let me just eat approximately all of those and then I might have enough energy to help out.”