VampWillow walks down the main drag, clearly confused as to why there are so many people around. To her credit, she lies low -- at least, as much as she can in that outfit. And old woman taps her to ask her something, but she gives a reaction much like I do when I haven't had my morning coffee yet. The old woman reacts much like the people around me do when I haven't had my morning coffee -- she runs away.
Bronze. A woman who looks like Aimee Mann gone horribly, horribly wrong sings some vagina rock. VampWillow enters, and cases the joint. We see that Percy is playing pool. Eventually, he bumps into VampWillow, and asks if she's trick-or-treating. Yeah, and you're not going to care much for the trick, you big oaf. He tells her she's supposed to be doing his history report. "Till we graduate, I own your ass." Percy, Percy, Percy. If you have to be such a jerk, could you at least do it shirtless? VampWillow crowd-pleases with "Bored now," and, speaking of asses, sends the ass flying ass-over-teacup over the pool table. She kittens that she's having a terrible night, and picks Percy up by the throat. "Wanna make it better?" He takes a swing at her, which she easily blocks. He does a good job of sounding like he's being choked, while VampWillow grins like Chanukah's come early. Xander shows up and, understandably misreading the scene, shoves Percy away, yelling at him to stay away from her. Percy's down with that idea, and bolts. Xander turns to regard VampWillow, who happily says, "Xander! You're alive!" I don't know if she actually saw VampXander get staked, or if she's just relieved that he apparently survived the fight, but she's thrilled, and puts her arms around him. He's nonplussed, and gets more so when she grabs his ass. I think "ass" is clearly becoming the theme word of this episode. Willow, much less happily: "You're alive." Xander asks if she's okay, but she says no, that everything's different. Buffy chooses this moment to join them. To Xander: "Aren't you gonna introduce me to -- holy God, you're Willow." Heh. Buffy mentions the extremity of the new look, but says it's good, and starts babbling. Just as Buffy's stomach acid starts dissolving her shoe, VampWillow menaces that she doesn't like Buffy. Buffy apologizes for earlier, but VampWillow says she's leaving. Buffy tries to grab her arm, but VampWillow turns back in vamp face, snarling at her to get off. She leaves, and Buffy and Xander gape in shock.
On the Hollywood soundstage marked "The Only Alley In Sunnydale," two of the Mayor's henchvamps accost VampWillow. She purrs, "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers." They rush her, but after a little stunt-fu, she's got them both on the ground, with the leader in an armlock. For some reason, I open my Napster and play the song "Dominatrix." The leader tries to tell her that they were sent after a human. She asks him who he works for, but he says he's not telling her anything. Apparently not fond of clichés, she breaks one of his fingers. He gives up that they work for the Mayor. Oh, no, I'm afraid that answer will cost you another finger. She asks again, "Who do you work for?" Three's the magic number: "You." She lets him up and tells him to get his friends. "Our world's no fun anymore. We're gonna make it the way it was." Does that mean there'll be a Chipwich stand on every street corner? Because that ruled. No, apparently, they're starting with the Bronze. Damn.