"I am not wearing that."

"Now, now, pet," Spike smirked. "You lost the bet, you get to be in service."

"I only lost because you cheated," Xander accused.

"Maybe I did; maybe I didn't. You're still wearing the uniform," Spike said, shaking the black and white outfit at Xander.

"But its got frills. And a skirt."

"I think you'll make a pretty French maid," Spike leered.

Grumbling, Xander took the outfit.

"Don't forget you have to use the service stairs," Spike called after him.

"Spike?" Xander asked. "There's only one set of stairs into the basement."

Spike shrugged. "So? Pretend."