The tall dark and not so handsome man had said to go to the Bronze to meet the light haired Prince of Darkness in the room full of light.

"Cryptic much?" Anya muttered, shaking her head. She walked in with Willow and Buffy, watching the other patrons reactions to the three girls. Buffy was wearing the shortest black dress possible, while Willow had been coaxed into a pair of semi-tight black pants and a three-quarter-sleeve scoop necked white top.

But Anya looked the best in a knee length black skirt and strappy pale blue tank top with a crisscross back.

"Anya, it'll be cool. Don't worry," Buffy said, catching Xander's sight and waving. His jaw dropped to the ground and Amy smacked him on the back of the head. He could be seen apologizing to her profusely.

Willow shook her head. "His roving eye is going to be the death of him," she muttered, glancing at the stage and getting a huge grin on her face upon spotting Oz. Buffy also looked over there and spotted Devon, a grin spreading on her face.

"Go ogle your boyfriends," Anya said, pushing them towards the stage. The two needed no more prodding before heading towards the stage. Devon nearly dropped the mike in his hand as he caught sight of Buffy coming towards him.

He jumped off the stage and swept Buffy of her feet into a passionate kiss, something Anya watched with growing envy. How the Slayer had ever ended up with the lead singer of the local band Anya would never know. But the fact that they both ended up in all of the same college classes revealed that Devon was indeed a smart person might have helped.

Buffy often added the good looks, good sense of humor and great kisses he had were the real bonuses.

Anya shook her head as the band ended their set for the evening and she watched the couples pair off as the DJ took over. The same dark cryptic guy walked up to the DJ as soon as he was set up.

"This song is for Anyanka. And there's a message...go to the lighting booth. And pick up the bowl at the bar."

Anya wasn't about to go and embarrass herself. "Xander...could you spare him for a moment, Amy?"

"Why not?" she said, slightly glaring at him.

"Xander, can you go get whatever it is I'm supposed to get?"

Anya groaned. "I hate this song I hate this band I hate this song I hate this band," she muttered to herself.

"Why do you hate them and this song?" Amy asked.

"Because it was overplayed and the band is just...just...I don't like them."

Xander walked over and handed her a bowl of strawberries. "This was it."

"This?" She took a good look at the bowl. "They look yummy..."

"Go. To lighting booth. Now," Amy said, pushing Anya in the general direction.

"And don't drop the strawberries!" Xander added, putting his hands behind his back.

"Xander! They're for her and..." But Anya couldn't hear the last part of the sentence as she was jostled around in the crowd a bit.

"Dammit, watch who you're hitting!" Anya said gruffly to some of the people bumping into her.

"No, *you* wa...Anya! Oh my God. I didn't mean to," Buffy said, detangling herself from Devon for a moment.

"Really, we're sorry," Devon added.

Anya glanced at the two of them so close, his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as she rested her hands on his arms. She had to avoid looking at them directly to avoid feeling jealous.

"Look...how do I get to the lighting booth?"

Devon let go of Buffy for a second. "Go to the back behind the DJ and up the flight of stairs. There's two doors; take the one on the left." He pointed in the general direction.

"And just how do you know this?" Buffy teased.

"Well, I am a theatre arts major," he said, smiling. I sort of have to know my way around the place we practice lighting at."

"I thought you just took groupies up there."

"I can take you back up when they're done," he said, getting an elbow in the ribs.

"Why do I get the feeling you guys know what's up?"

"We don't!" Buffy said. "Hurry up and get up there, okay?"

Anya shook her head. "Be happy I'm still not a demon or I'd hurt you right about now."

Buffy shook her head. "I'm the Slayer."

"And a good one at that," Devon added, getting a kiss from Buffy.

"Gag me..." Anya muttered, rolling her eyes and walking towards the back, finally getting to the stairs.

She climbed up the stairs slowly, keeping all the strawberries in the bowl. Upon reaching the upstairs are she cautiously opened the door on the left.

Set out on a small table was a note. In simple handwriting, she saw the note that said, "Open the door on the right." Looking to her right, she saw a door opened slightly ajar.

The music had become muffled by then, down to a small murmur she could barely hear. She looked up at the table in front of her, which was set with a nice candlelight dinner...

For one person.

"Great..." she muttered.

"I already ate. Won't bore you with the details."

She looked up at the sound of the voice. "Where are you?"

"Back here," the voice said, and she smiled as Spike stepped out of the shadows. "Thought you'd like a surprise."

"Well, I wasn't expecting this." He offered her the chair and she sat down, looking at the food. "So...why the strawberries?"

"I asked your roommates what types of food you liked. It's all here. And...they said every time there's strawberries in the house, you eat them all."

Anya shook her head. "Not all of them...the other three do get some. Not many, but some."

Spike smirked. "Didn't expect you to share, love."

"So...now what?"

"Now you eat and I watch and we talk. Then...I get to feed you the strawberries."

Anya's mind was spinning but she managed to say one last thing.