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Buffy woke up to the sun shining through the curtains of a room. She felt disoriented and her head was fuzzy. She realized that she was at least in her own bed, but very naked. 'What the hell did I do last night?'
She tried to recall the events of the night before, but only quick flashes of drinking and talking to someone vaguely entered her mind. All she remembered was that she was still feeling depressed over Spike's death in the Hellmouth and decided to get very drunk. 'Okay. No more tequila for Buffy!'
After closing the Hellmouth permanently, the Scoobies had headed to Angel's for help before finally going their separate ways. Willow and Kennedy moved to Brazil and Xander went to Africa. Giles had planned to go to England to rebuild the Watcher's Council, and Buffy and Dawn had decided to join him. They had been in England for a couple of months now, Dawn had gone back to school, and Buffy still felt lost. Hence the late night drinking.
Suddenly, Buffy felt the sheets shift and she noticed for the first time that she wasn't alone. 'Oh my God!'
She looked over to see a a very pale man with black, greasy hair. He also had a big nose, not at all attractive. He was equally as naked as she. Buffy cringed. 'Shit! Not another vampire! What is my deal with vampires? Oh wait! The sun isn't burning him. Okay, at least he's human. Oh man, what was I thinking?'
Her guest began to stir and finally awoke. He looked just as surprised as she felt.
"Oh bloody hell! Where am I?" He asked. Buffy had to grin at his phrase.
"You're in my apartment." She answered.
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know. At my best guess, I'd say we both had a little too much to drink last night, managed to come back here, and have sex." Buffy stated bluntly. She was feeling strangely calm since she knew she wasn't the only one who couldn't recall the events of the night before.
"By the way, I'm Buffy."