"Here's to a happy future for everyone and to next week being the wedding of a century!" Francie said winking the two couples and holding her tequila up in salute.
Amy raised her glass next, "Here's to friends going out getting drunk together!"
"Here's to us deciding not to go to that karaoke bar!" Samantha said.
"I'll definitely drink to that," Sydney agreed clinking her shot glass with everyone else's.
"Okay this will probably turn out to be one of the dumbest things I've ever said, but I think we need to a have a contest," Will said standing up to line up shot glasses on the table, "Chase, you in man?"
He laughed and stood up too, "Hell yes!"
"Okay! Who else?" Will asked looking around.
"Count me out of this one, honey," Sam said laughing. Will turned to Sydney and held his hand out to her like he was asking her to be his partner at a square dance.
She laughed, "No way!"
"Oh come on, quit being babies!" Will and Chase complained.
"Alright! I'm in." Sydney announced standing up. Her smile quickly faded with a glance across the room though. She was actually starting to fun and forget about her problems, when suddenly they walked in door. She scowled crossly. Fate was obviously out to torment her.

"Okay, you are not going to tell me you haven't missed this!" Eric said.
Vaughn smiled, "Okay, I did miss this.......you were right."
"Damn strait! Here's to coming back from the dead." Weiss toasted and took the first gulp of his beer. He expected Vaughn to do the same, but noticed he was looking at something else. He followed his friend's gaze across the room to find out what so interesting, when he saw what it was he slammed his glass down on the table and laughed. "Well, it's refreshing to see you haven't changed much."
"What are you talking about?" Vaughn asked, his attention back on Weiss.
"Come on, I'm not blind! Sydney Bristow is over there," Weiss said, enjoying the guilty look that spread across Mike's face at being busted.
"It's weird seeing her in public," Vaughn remarked.
"Yeah," Weiss nodded along, "Want to go say hi?"
"No!" Vaughn responded, a little too quickly.
That was not the answer Eric had expected, he figured that after not seeing her for four years he would want to spend as much time with Sydney as possible. "Why not? You know SD-6 is gone right? She works with us now."
"Yes I know, but she looks like she's having fun, we'd just be butting in," Vaughn said, knowing that was probably the most pitiful excuse ever.
Weiss snorted amusedly, "I doubt she'd care."
"What do you mean by that?" Vaughn questioned, confused.
Weiss looked at him in disbelief. Was he kidding? What his friend really that stupid? Seeing no sign of the question being a joke, Weiss simply shook his head and responded, "Nothing."

"Okay ready? One, two, three, go!" Will counted. Each of them grabbed for a shot and gulped it down.
"I got that one!" Chase announced victoriously.
"You so did not, Sydney did!" Francie piped in.
"Oh what you think you could do better?" He taunted. She leered at him with a 'bring it on' look and stood up to take a place besides him.
'He's with Weiss. Oh for god's sake get over it Syd!' she scolded herself as her second shot burned it's way down her throat. She sunk back down into the booth and rubbed her forehead. She usually avoided alcohol to keep herself alert, that and her small frame had made her already begin to feel the effects of the tequila. 'This was not a good idea!' she thought to herself.

Weiss busied himself with telling about every hot woman he'd slept with, kissed, gone on a date with, and spotted at the grocery store since the last time they spoke. Vaughn really was trying to listen, but kept feeling his attention going across the room. With every drink the flame of jealousy in him seemed to grow a little more.....and they were on their fourth round now.
"Here's to saving the world one terrorist at at time, " Weiss joked as their next round came.
'To the future Mrs. Sydney Tippin,' He added silently, 'Oh for the love of god, you have got to get over this!!!!'

Sydney was still sitting with her head in her hands trying desperately to block out the noise that was grinding in her ears. She looked up just in time to see the flash someone trip, which in turn brought everyone else tumbling down onto the floor, spilling tequila all over her, and tipping over the table in the process.
"Alright that's it! All of you out! Now!" The bartender hollered across the room. Oh wonderful, now she was being thrown out of a bar.....classy. The six helped each other make it to the door and across the parking lot. They determined Amy and Sydney to be the least drunk and since Sydney's car was bigger she got stuck trucking everyone else home.
"Oh! Syd, I forgot my purse!" Francie called from the back. Sydney nodded, closed the door, and headed back toward the bar trying to ignore how dizzy she felt. She made it almost to the door when she was stopped dead in her tracks by Eric Weiss standing outside the front door with a smug grin on his face, twirling Francie's purse in one hand.
"You realize you have us ten years worth of blackmail material in there don't you Syd?" He said. She simply grabbed the purse and left, an action which amused him even more.
Sydney stalked back to the car. "Fran here's your purse," she said, tossing it into the backseat and shutting the door behind her. "Lets get home before we end up in car accident somewhere," she said to Amy.
"Uh hu," Amy nodded, "I see your game you know."
"My game?" Sydney asked.
"Yeah, forbidden fruit always looks more tempting right?" she said.
"Huh?" Sydney repeated, genuinely confused.
"I know you have feelings for my brother," Amy sighed in frustration.
"What? Amy wait-"Sydney began.
"Listen I don't care, but I swear to god if you do anything to hurt him I will make sure you regret it!" Amy said firmly, and stormed off. Sydney stood motionless for a minute, before sinking to the ground in frustration.
"Unbelievable!" she muttered to herself.

Vaughn splashed himself with some cold water from the faucet in the men's room, and stared intently at his reflection in the mirror. When Weiss had gone to chase after Sydney with the purse she left behind he had beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom. He even managed to make it there with out stumbling.........much. He knew it was childish, but he also knew that by the way he was feeling now he wouldn't be able to speak with her face to face without giving himself away. Even if my some miracle Sydney didn't notice, Weiss definitely would. He shook his head at the reflection and wondered where he might find a isolated corner to crawl into and spend eternity.

**Eeep! How was that? Good? Bad?**