Where would we be?

he song finishes a little bit too soon for my liking, and you turn around and grin at me. Your smile is so genuine and I love it. You're all sweaty too, must be the alcohol, plus the heat.



You also look a little embarrassed, so I try and break the ice a little, make you feel good at least.



"Damn B, you really got some moves. Murder in the grave-yard and the dance-floor huh?"



You look at me in the eye... again. Damn I hate that, B. Why does it feel like you look right through me?



The next song that plays is slow, I don't want to put either of us in a weird position so I grab your arm and pull you to the bar. Kinda feels like we can't move on our own tonight huh?



We sit on stools beside each other and I order two shots of Vodka. You shake your head no and look at me disapprovingly. I decide to 'be myself' for another second.



"Oh you don't want it? I'll take it then." So I down the two shots and wipe my mouth. I'm fine. Apparently you don't think so.



"Haven't you had enough to drink Faith?"



I slam the shot-glass on the bar and laugh.



"I saved the world. I'm a Slayer. I can do what I want. I can drink as much as I want. Jeez B you can't approve of anything I do can you?" I hear the slur in my voice and think for a second, and yes only a second, that maybe blondie's right. I've had a bit too much to drink tonight.



You fold your arms but you don't seem to angry, even though I just drunkenly snapped at you, raised my voice...



"Come on, F. Let's get back to the hotel. I'll make you some coffee, and tuck you into your nice warm bed."



I giggle and get off of my stool, I lose a little balance so I grab your shoulder to stay up. I lean right up to your face but your facial expression doesn't change. This is my moment. To tell you what's going, what's been going on, finally... I say,



"You promise?"



So we're heading out of the club and my arm is around you and yours is around my waist, you're helping me walk back because I'm so drunk. Suddenly you throw me against the nearest wall which happens to be brick, ouch, and I slide down to the ground.



A Vamp, apparently.



I open my eyes and watch you take on the two Vamps. And then there's a Demon. I don't know what kind it is, I'm too drunk I just know it's a demon.



You dust one vamp and take on the last two.



"Heeeey girly I'mma slaYER too ya know lemme help ya!"



I manage to stand up properly...ish and stagger over to the fight. I raise my fist at the demon and then... BANG, it all goes black.



I wake up to you holding a glass of juice in my face. "Morning sunshine". I sit up and wince.



Ouch, my head feels like it's been run over by a truck.



"Wow I really did drink too mu-"



"No" you interrupt "well, yeah but, it was a demon that knocked you out, not alcohol."



I sip my juice and then it all comes back to me.



"Oh yeah. Guess alcohol really does affect one's judgement huh?"



You nod and smile. "It's OK, you were just trying to help."



I place the glass of juice next to me on the dresser and lay back down. It was then I also remembered something else I tried to do last night.



"Buffy?"



"Yeah?"



"Will you just... lay with me for awhile? You must be tired too..."



I look at the time and pray to a non-existant god that it's early.



Yes! It's 8:39am.



"You know that my room is the quietest in the hotel. Everyone will be up soon, I feel so sick and-"



"It's OK" you say. "I'll lie with you."



So I pull aside the covers but I don't move much, I want you to be close.



Maybe I'm not a coward?



I turn my back to you when we're both laying down and fall asleep facing the other way. I don't fall asleep... I wonder if you do.



So I crash,



and burn...



I got a lot of things to learn...