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Drinks

"What did she say, just wondering?"

"Mmmm, wouldn't you like to know," I smirked, deciding that telling Wesley Faith thought he was hot and really had wanted to sleep with him while she was in L.A. was probably a bad move on my part. Sure, it would've stroked his ego, but I didn't want there to be stroking. Of his ego. Unless it was by me.

You know what I mean.

I hoped everything I'd said about Spike had made some sorta sense to him, though, and not completely turned him off to the idea of talking to me. Really, I hadn't meant to bring it up, it had just sorta... happened.

"I didn't love Lilah. But I needed desperately to help her... to save her, and when I couldn't, it hurt me deeply. But she did give me credit for trying."

I nodded and didn't say anything since it looked like it was share-time with us. Before, when I'd asked Wesley to talk about exes, it had been like pulling teeth... so I was not about to interrupt him this time around.

"Fred... Fred I loved, but I have to wonder if it was as an idea, an ideal. What one can't have, and all that. And even when there was an 'us', it was gone in an eyeblink."

Again, me with the not talking. Although I filed that little bit of info away for later, since it was the first time he'd been that... well, open about Fred. And him.

"An exes conversation. Are you sure you don't need a drink?"

I pulled up from his arms and returned his smirk, thinking it over. See, normally I would've said 'no, thank-you-very-much, Buffy and drinking together? Not so much a good thing'... but I was figuring we'd had a tiny little breakthrough in talking and, well, us.

"Sure, sounds good," I said before pulling on a jacket and boots again to go out. I would just have to remember to be careful about how much I was going to drink was all. And I could so totally do that. No prob.

"Alright, so where to, Pryce? Better be a nice place, though, not some cheap dive with strippers or something... cuz I am so outta there if it is," I said with a grin on my face.

Yup. Drinks with Wesley. What could go wrong?

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The sad tale of my love life spilled out of me with an ease that amazed and shocked me. But then, I was learning that it was quite easy to be open with Buffy, something that perhaps I should have realized earlier, but at least knew now. There was no judgement, no comment at all as I spoke and spoke, only the knowledge that I was being heard and being given sympathy.

And when it was finished, I felt... well, finished. The past had begun to become just that, and I was actually prepared to entertain the idea of having a life beyond the current crisis, past whatever apocalypse came knocking next. I wasn't well-adjusted and happy-go-lucky by a very long mile, but things were definitely better.

It felt quite freeing, and I would be forever grateful to Buffy for helping me arrive there.

Buffy seemed to mull over my offer of a drink for a moment.

"Sure, sounds good."

She began to dress, and then so did I. A quiet drink or two, some conversation, and then we would turn in. Nothing more or less, and very, very simple. An excellent idea.

"Alright, so where to, Pryce? Better be a nice place, though, not some cheap dive with strippers or something... cuz I am so outta there if it is."

I shook my head as I opened the motel room door.

"I'll have you know I haven't stepped foot in such an establishment in... at least several months or more." I got a look, of course. "Clients. Of the law firm. A number of them like to complete their deals at gentlemens' clubs. Part of the job, you see."

We climbed into the car and drove back into town. After passing a number of establishments that seemed to cater more to the college crowd, we found a quieter, more upscale lounge. Buffy and I took a booth toward the back, with a good view of the rest of the bar.

"Scotch," I ordered when the waitress sauntered up to the table, "whatever's your best."

The waitress left after getting Buffy's order, and reappeared quite quickly, as things were not crowded. I raised my glass.

"So, to what should we toast, eh, Summers?"
"I'll have you know I haven't stepped foot in such an establishment in... at least several months or more."

"What?" After waiting with my arms crossed for a bit, he finally came up with some lame-ass excuse about clients or whatever, and I just nodded my head silently and let it go.

Hey, I could always tease him about it later.

Wesley actually managed to find a decent place that wasn't too crummy and wasn't too filled with college kids - although that was the sorta atmosphere it had. Hmm... maybe they were all out studying for finals or something. I'd totally lost track of time. Which, y'know, not so much a bad thing I suppose.

Just... relaxing.

He ordered Scotch (ooo, surprise surprise), and when the waitress asked me, I had to think about it for awhile. I mean, I'd only ever really had beer - which, ok, badness - and then some awful tasting stuff from that dive Spike had taken me to.

I racked my brain for some girly drink that wouldn't get me drunk at all, and came up empty. Sighing, I figured Wesley could cut me off if I got too bad. "Buttery Nipple," I whispered to her, not wanting anyone else to hear. It was yet again, a Spike drink, which - let's face it - was pretty much all I knew.

"Beg pardon?"

"I said, Buttery Nipple," I coughed, raising my voice slightly. She gave me a look and I practically shouted, "BUTTERY NIPPLE!!!"

Head hanging until it hit the table, she returned with our drinks and I avoided what I was certain was a huge smirk on Wesley's face. "Dont... say a word, Pryce," I warned him, holding my shot up.

"So, to what should we toast, eh, Summers?"

"To... the Scoobies finally getting a chance to solve a caper without the help of that pesky dog?" I grinned and clinked glasses before downing mine with a not-so-bad expression on my face. "Wow... ok, yummier than I thought... think I'll get another one."
I'd never seen anyone deliberate over their choice of cocktail as slowly and thoroughly as Buffy did. I was on the verge of leaning forward and ordering her something simple, but pleasantly sweet, like an Amaretto Sour or something, when she finally mumbled something under her breath.

"Buttery Nipple."

Leaning forward indeed, I echoed the waitress. "Beg pardon?"

"I said, Buttery Nipple. BUTTERY NIPPLE!!!"

Buffy's head all but thunked as it dove towards the table. I leaned back, turning my face away from her, toward the bar, all but biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. The smirk, though, I was completely incapable of correcting. The waitress arrived with my drink, in a large tumbler, and Buffy's, which turned out to be in a wide shot glass and smelled like a bit of caramel candy.

"Dont... say a word, Pryce."

"Wouldn't even consider it, Summers," I replied through tightly drawn lips.

Finally, she raised both head and glass.

"To... the Scoobies finally getting a chance to solve a caper without the help of that pesky dog?"

I cocked an eyebrow, not exactly sure how the Scooby-Doo reference applied all that well to the situation, but it seemed a heartfelt enough toast to be offered, and so I took a long sip of my scotch-- a fairly good label. Buffy knocked her own drink back in one movement, which I had to admit was impressive.

"Wow... ok, yummier than I thought... think I'll get another one."

Reaching out, I took Buffy's empty glass and raised it to my nose, trying to determine just what was in such a colorfully named concoction. There was the slight coffee smell, and a great deal of sweetness, but very little strong alcohol scent. Shrugging, I leaned back in my seat.

"All right then, but do be careful, all right?"

I took another long sip of my drink and waved slightly for the waitress. A few moments later, Buffy had another of the shots set in front of her, which she quickly disposed of. I smirked, seeing the first touches of color coming to her face.

"Not sure if you should have another of those," I quipped as the waitress brought me a second tumbler of scotch. "These people might think I was trying to get you drunk so I could have my way with you."
I sighed at Wesley, waiting for the taunting I was sure would come, but he did his best to hide a smirk, to his credit, and said "Wouldn't even consider it, Summers." I raised an eyebrow at him, but let it pass.

He'd tease me later, I was sure.

After downing my first one, he smelled my glass as if that would somehow show him if it was an ok drink or not.

"All right then, but do be careful, all right?"

"Pfft... I'm fine. And I'm always careful, like, extra careful, and besides this drink is all tiny!" I showed him the glass as the waitress brought another one that I downed quickly. "Yum... um... sorry, can I have another?"

A third... yeah, third glass was given to me, and I drank it quick, then asked for a new one cuz I still wasn't as drunk as I'd thought I was gonna be. I was totally fine!

"Not sure if you should have another of those. These people might think I was trying to get you drunk so I could have my way with you."

I waved a hand at him as I drank another and blinked my eyes a few times. "Well... aren't you? I mean... really." I stared at him, but he was sorta swaying a little bit...

"And, y'know, I'm fine. I just need two... maybe three more drinks, then I'll st... stop." I nodded and sniffed his drink before making a face at it. "Yuck, what is that?"

Wait... why were we drinking anyway? I couldn't remember.

"So... you wanna get me drunk so you can sleep with me? We're already doing that, that doesn't make any sense," I pouted, then wondered how loudly I'd talked cuz everyone was looking at us all funny...
"Pfft... I'm fine. And I'm always careful, like, extra careful, and besides this drink is all tiny! Yum... um... sorry, can I have another?"

Holding a hand in front of my mouth, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Somewhat small, but as it seems, deceptively powerful. No wonder you like the drink."

As I sipped at my own drink, I could feel the cumulative effects of the wine and now the scotch starting to seep into my nerves. A little warm, perhaps the slightest touch lightheaded, and Buffy was probably not quite as amusing as I was finding her. But, I was relaxed, and in a good, contented way, and that was a state that Buffy had only recently reintroduced me to.

Buffy threw back the third shot and asked for another. Out of Buffy's view, the waitress gave me an inquisitve look, to which I responded with a miniscule nod that my companion was all right for a fourth round.

"Well... aren't you? I mean... really. And, y'know, I'm fine. I just need two... maybe three more drinks, then I'll st... stop."

I watched the fourth shot arrive, which Buffy had to make a few tries at grasping. Shaking my head, I asked the waitress for two glasses of water and a few minutes before coming around for another shot.

"All right, but we'll just take a break for now, all right?"

"Yuck, what is that?"

Snatching my scotch away from Buffy, I took a long drink and set the empty tumbler down on the table. It had been a long time since I'd gotten drunk for any other reason than drowning sorrows. I'd forgotten that it could be kind of fun.

"Scotch. Grown-up drink," I smirked.

"So... you wanna get me drunk so you can sleep with me? We're already doing that, that doesn't make any sense."

Buffy's voice was pitched just a bit louder than privacy would have preferred, but at the moment, the situation didn't seem terribly dangerous or difficult, as long as I quieted her down a bit. Leaning forward, I gave Buffy a knowing smile and kept my voice quiet.

"Yes we are, but... maybe I'd be getting you drunk so we could have a little more fun tonight, try something... different."

Hmmm, had I said that? I was just a few degrees more drunk than I'd believed. Interesting. And so would be Buffy's answer to my suggestion.
"Somewhat small, but as it seems, deceptively powerful. No wonder you like the drink."

I nodded a few times. "Yup! Like me! All... yummy."

I wasn't drunk. I didn't think. No. Cuz, if I was drunk, Wesley would've stopped me.

"All right, but we'll just take a break for now, all right?"

Well, crap.

I shrugged and scootched closer to him, flinging an arm on his shoulder and pointing out all the stupid people in the place so we could make fun of them. "Soooooo serious. Hello! Drinks are for... fun. And loosening up, which..." My eyes wandered to his shirt and I began fumbling a little with the top buttons until they were undone.

"There! Better."

"Scotch. Grown-up drink."

"Hey!" I punched his arm. "I'm growed-up... grown-up." And he was giving me that knowing British smirk he always had when he thought he was smarter than me. Ha! If he was smarter, why was he drinking the drink that tasted gross? Huh?

Water was brought out, and I pushed it away since... "Where's my new drink?" I pouted.

"Yes we are, but... maybe I'd be getting you drunk so we could have a little more fun tonight, try something... different."

"Oh," I nodded, then frowned cuz it didn't actually make the sorta sense that I thought it had. "Wait... like what? I am loads and loads of fun I'll have you know... you're the one all stuffy and British, needing to get out more and break more beds."

I lowered my voice, "You haven't even killed any demons, oh Rogue Demon Hunter." I started laughing... yup, bet he didn't know that had been in his file, too!

Wait, what were we talking about again?

"What different thing?"
"Yup! Like me! All... yummy."

I gazed at Buffy over the rim of my glass with a narrow-eyed look that made it clear exactly how much, and in what ways, I was agreeing with her statement. Smirking at her reaction, I set down the empty glass, waiting to see whether Buffy's 'break' would need to continue, she could go on, or if we'd need to call it an evening.

Buffy dragged her chair around until we were closer. She considered the rest of the bar with a disapproving expression.

"Soooooo serious. Hello! Drinks are for... fun. And loosening up, which..."

Reaching out, Buffy undid a few of my shirt buttons, smiling appreciatively at her handiwork.

"There! Better."

As I smiled back at her, I told myself I was lucky that she hadn't pulled the buttons off altogether. My inclination regarding the rest of the evening was strongly pushing toward our making an exit.

"Hey! I'm growed-up... grown-up."

I gave Buffy the knowing, suggestive look again.

"Well... yes."

"Where's my new drink?" Buffy asked, pushing away her glass of water while I sipped away at mine.

"Drink your water first, or you'll have a hangover tomorrow."

I despaired of her taking the advice, though.

"Oh... Wait... like what? I am loads and loads of fun I'll have you know... you're the one all stuffy and British, needing to get out more and break more beds. You haven't even killed any demons, oh Rogue Demon Hunter."

She got an appreciative nod for that one. I hadn't known how much Buffy knew about the years since I'd left Sunnydale apart from what I'd already told her. It seemed she'd done her homework for once. Impressive.

"What different thing?"

Standing, I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, no. I'm not telling, quite yet."

Reaching into my wallet, I dropped a few bills on the table, more than enough for the drinks and a generous tip.

"You want to find out? Then it's time to go."
"Drink your water first, or you'll have a hangover tomorrow."

Sticking my tongue out at him, I grabbed the dumb glass of water and drank the whole thing fast, then put it on the table, eyeing him. "I... honestly don't see how a teensy glass of water is gonna stop a hangover, y'know."

I held the glass up to Wesley's face as if to show him that - ha! see? teensy! - before slamming it down hard on the table.

"Now, c'mon. Drank the water. Gotta tell."

"Oh, no. I'm not telling, quite yet."

I smacked both hands flat on the table, pouting, and whined a little bit more. It usually worked, after all. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

"You want to find out? Then it's time to go."

I stood up slowly, wrapped my arms around Wesley's arm cuz it was sorta hard to walk, and smiled up at him. "Okie-doke, Pryce... lead the way."

The room swayed only slightly as we walked outside and started walking back toward out motel room. Huh. That was it? The big exciting thing was our motel?

Booooooooooooooring.