Hmm...call me a believer in love. Angel is good in this fic, in fact, in most of my fics. Just don't call me a believer in happy endings. Give me a good dose of anguish, angst, and heartbreak and I'll be a happy woman!
Part One
After all Cordy's bitching and moaning about how the parties that her teenage peers threw "were so lame and juvenile," she finally bit the bullet and played the congenial hostess. Well, let's just say she finally played the hostess. Her sprawling home was the perfect place for large amounts of testosterone infested boys and perfectly primped girls to run around and make total nuisances of themselves. Numerous bedrooms, stocked bar, and parents conveniently out of town for their ritual European tour, made this party all the more opportune.
And, of course she had to invite Buffy, Willow, and Xander. I mean they saved her life so why shouldn't she try and save their social lives, plus she thought this would knock off some community service hours. She *was* servicing the community. Where else would teens be able to get together and....
"Take your hands off that vase," exclaimed Cordelia, "it's a work of art!"
Music, blasted from every part of the house, kids drunk like none other, running rambunctious through the rooms. Buffy and Willow were in the living room watching scary movies that were so stupid you lost brain cells by viewing them. Both, needless to say, were trashed.
"Hey, Willow," Buffy asked her speech slightly slurred and her head lolling, "Don't you think Giles is a hottie potattie?"
"Yeah, he's all ssssexy in those tweeds, when he's says 'Let me check my books' I just want to jump him," proclaimed the usually quiet and bookish Willow.
"I can see what you two girls are saying," Xander added thoughtfully as he entered the room, wine cooler in hand, "Giles is a hunk."
Willow and Buffy exchanged looks, and proceeded to burst into laughter. Willow fell sideways and was sprawled across the couch, and Buffy slid off the couch in a fit of laughter. Buffy sat up and checked her watch noticing that the numbers were swimming,
"Hmmm, technology these days is sure amazing, I wonder how they make these leetle numbers fly," she said tapping her watch face.
"Well, I've got to go," announced a somewhat disheveled Buffy, after mumbling incoherently to her watch for a second, "I promised my mom that I would be home tonight, and it's already tomorrow morning, so I need to get home so she thinks that I got home tonight but I really got home today."
"Good idea Buff," mumbled a stumbling Xander, who collapsed against the couch where Willow was stretched out.
Buffy maintaining some of her common sense, pulled Xander onto the couch and positioned Willow, who was out cold, and Xander on their sides, spooning each other, in a good natured attempt to prevent choking. When Buffy finished this, she stood up straight, but a little wobbly, and smoothed out her skirt, and walking somewhat crookedly out of Cordelia's house.
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