In response to littleoldme's The Mini Scoobs in Space challenge on Twisting the Hellmouth.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Summary: It's never a good idea to attempt any spell whatsoever when you're drunk.
Setting: Well, it starts three days post "Chosen." Won't stay there, though.
Prologue
May 22, 2004
Kennedy died today. I can't believe it. Three days as a slayer, and poof, she's gone. I know our life is dangerous. Hello, we stopped an apocalypse three days ago! She survived literally being IN the mouth of hell, and she's killed by some stupid Torak demon that got in a lucky shot!
The others don't really seem to care much. They all thought she was an annoying, stuck up little brat. Well, maybe she was, but she was MY annoying, stuck up little brat! And, I miss her.
Maybe Xander has the right idea. I may not have the best history with booze, but that was a long time ago.
Yeah. Getting smashed sounds pretty good right about now.
I don't want to dream.