The alarm went off. Headlights began flashing. "STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE," a booming voice called.
"Shit!" Brian hissed. He shoved the wire under his coat and ran for his life.
I laughed so hard I couldn't speak!
"Fine," Brian said. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring. "If I really am cursed, then Ian Gold--"
"Ethan" Justin amended.
"--Is going to walk around the corner."
They both waited.
Ethan Gold came walking around the corner.
Brian closed his eyes, resigned. "Okay. Okay, I'm cursed. How do I become un-cursed?"
And this:
"How exactly can you help me?" Brian cut in, rubbing his pounding forehead.
Hunter propped his chin up on one hand. "First I need to know what you can do for me," he leered.
"I won't fuck your shit up, that's what," Justin said prickily.
Go, Justin!!
"Does anyone have a cauldron?" Hunter asked loudly.
The room fell silent. Everyone just stopped and shuffled about nervously, glancing at each other. Finally, Michael timidly raised his hand. "Actually, I think I might."
"You have a cauldron," Brian repeatedly flatly.
"Why?" Ben asked. "Why would you have a cauldron?"
"In case of emergencies," Michael admitted.
"What sort of emergency constitutes a cauldron?"
"I'm just a little bit cursed," Brian pointed out.
Ben frowned. "Well-- yes. But this sort of thing doesn't usually happen." He paused, then looked at them suspiciously. "It doesn't usually happen to you guys, right?"
"All the time," Ted said.
"It does not," Michael snapped. "Ben, you haven't been cursed once since you met me."
Brian made a dramatic gesture in Hunter's direction. Ben's frown deepened.
This is not Buffy," Brian growled.
Hunter glared. "Fuck you, of course this isn't Buffy. I'm hotter than Angel, for one thing."
"Whatever, no one's hotter than Angel," Justin piped up.
"Dude, he got fat."
"He's not fat, he just built more muscle," Justin sputtered angrily.
"I actually prefer Xander," Ben said from the corner. When the room fell silent, he asked, "What, I'm not allowed to have hobbies?"
"I'm still cursed," Brian shouted.
"So Stockwell's a zombie?" Michael asked.
"No, zombies eat brains," Hunter said. "Duh."
"Yeah, Michael, keep up," Brian said.
Stockwell looked at the piece of wood sticking out of his chest. "You just staked me," he said flatly.
Brian gasped, open-mouthed. "My bad?"
Justin clutched his arms and gazed up at him adoringly. "Oh Brian, you're way cooler than Angel."
"I'm throwing away all your DVDs," Brian said seriously. Then he kissed him, hard.
"Whoa," he heard Hunter say behind them, "Stockwell's, like, goo. That's so gross."
Damn, this was good. And funny. Damned good and funny.