Saint Patrick's Pinchers
Author: Perry
Characters: Mostly Devon and Oz, some Buffy, Willow, Xander, Harmony and
nameless friend
Rating: PG (with butt pinching)
Disclaimer: Don't own them, Joss does. Also don't own Saint Patrick's Day,
obviously...
Summary: Is it so hard to just wear green?
Author's Notes: Yeah so I'm posting this the day after St. P's Day, so sue me.
Short, silly, fun.
It was Saint Patrick's Day, and Oz was wearing green. He had a light green t-shirt on with a felt four-leaf clover design on it that Devon got him last year. He also had green cargo pants on, in case anything should happen to the shirt. With his small stature, green outfit and fiery red hair, he was such a leprechaun.
He strutted down the hallway with Devon at his side, also clad in green. Together they actually looked cool, but surely alone neither would be able to pull off the totally-green look.
"Okay, I know you hate this, but we gotta pinch all the un-greeners," Devon whispered as they came up to a group of girls, Cordelia's former friends, none of them wearing green.
"Dev, that's not a word," Oz chided, but didn't disagree with him one little bit. Sure, he let Devon believe that he hated doing this, but secretly he didn't mind it so much...
They came up behind two of the girls, shared a look, and pinched their butt cheeks as they passed. The chicks shrieked and the pair ran like hell.
"Devon MacLeish, you're dead!" one of the girls screamed.
"Hey, what about him?!" Devon pointed at Oz as they turned a corner, sprinting as fast as they could.
"Oh thanks man!"
They looked back as they ran, so technically they were running backwards, and laughed at the two girls as they turned the corner, their blonde hair and purses flying behind them. Their friends were giggling, but those two were not.
Oz felt Devon grab his shoulder and urge him to keep running. They turned back around and ran face-first into Buffy and Willow.
The four crashed to the ground, Willow shouting with surprise, Buffy just laughing as the girls caught up with the pinching culprits.
They began pinching and tickling Devon and Oz all over, not to mention knocking whatever sense the boys still had out of them with their shiny pink purses. Devon squealed, not hating where the girl was pinching him. But Oz looked like he was in trouble, although he was laughing his ass off.
Devon jumped to his feet, yanking Oz up with him.
Oz turned his head to say thanks when Harmony's purse collided with his head. He fell back into Devon's arms, rubbing his face and grinning.
"Dev, I don't think that was the greatest of plans," he remarked as the girls straightened themselves, fixing their hair and skirts. The boys helped Buffy and Willow to their feet, smiling their apologies.
"What's going on?" Willow asked her boyfriend, utterly confused. She had never seen Oz laugh so much.
"It's nothing, really," Oz assured her, his voice cracking mid-sentence.
"Nothing? Daniel Osbourne I'm going to kill you!"
Oz dodged the swinging purse by jumping behind Devon.
"Jeez, they must really be mad man; they keep using our full names!" Devon protected Oz from Harmony with outstretched arms.
"You think?!" Oz moved behind Buffy, knowing Harmony wouldn't hit her, but obviously had nothing against pounding the crap out of Devon.
"What happened?" Buffy asked Harmony and Harmony's friend (the one Devon had pinched) once they had calmed a little, more angry about their ruined hair dos than their cheeks. But that doesn't mean they weren't still pissed. Fire, not unlike the effect of Oz's hair, gleamed in their eyes.
Devon joined Oz in cowering behind the slayer.
"They pinched our butts!" the girls screamed in unison.
Any passing student that wasn't already staring at them was now.
A few guys cheered them on.
"They aren't wearing green!" Devon and Oz yelled back simultaneously.
Harmony jumped forward at once, "Green is not my color you dork!"
"Not much is." Buffy couldn't protect Oz from Harmony's purse that time.
He stumbled behind Devon, hitting the ground with a thud. Willow looked down on him disapprovingly, while the rest continued to argue with Devon.
Oz ignored Willow's stare and scrubbed his hand over his face, wondering if he was going to get a black eye from the damn purse. His stare happened to move down the hall to Xander, who was standing at his locker, watching the events unfold.
They made eye contact, and Oz beamed.
Xander glanced down at his outfit, and looked back up at Oz, shaking his head, a smirk across his lips, but a twinge of fear in his eyes.
Oz bolted to his feet, leaving Devon and the others behind as he ran down the hallway. Xander let out an 'eeep' of fright and turned to run outside.
Xander wasn't wearing an ounce of green. Did he not know what happened to those who didn't wear green on St. Patrick's Day?
Oz was gaining on him fast, and he knew that Xander was fully aware that he was leaving his un-green, completely pinch-able butt right out in the open, ripe for the pinching.
Judging by the laughing shriek he emitted when Oz caught up with him, it was entirely possible that Xander had purposely 'forgotten' to wear green on St. Patrick's Day.
*End*