Joss Whedon's the genius. Not me.

Written for Open on Sunday LJ community's challenge 98, Party.

Really Wasted
by Zzilly14

"They're wearing pink frilly tutus," Andrew laughed drunkenly. "And they have wings! They're flying ballerina monkeys!"

Buffy, who was also wasted, widened her eyes. "I see them now! Do you think they're demons that we can only see when we're drunk?"

"I read about this in a book once," Andrew hiccupped. "The only way to stop them is to dance with them, and they'll fly away. To Oz."

"Then let's dance, Geeky Boy!"

Buffy pulled Andrew up, but due to intoxication they ended up falling on the floor.

"Pretty Slayer," Andrew grinned.

"You're pretty... geeky," she slurred before kissing him.