Buffy woke up with a throbbing headache in a bed that wasn't hers. She guessed it was Angel's. He was sleeping in a chair in the corner of the room.

"Oh God," she mumbled as vague memories of the previous night crashed over her. Her blouse and skirt were wrinkled and covered in sweat. Honestly, she was just happy to have her clothes on. She could remember trying to seduce Angel and then him taking her home. She probably would have had sex with him, if he'd let her. She closed her eyes and brought her hand to her head. Her hair was knotted and greasy. She threw her legs over the side of the bed and slowly tried to stand up. She was overcome with a rush of dizziness and fell to the ground with a thud.

Angel woke up with a jolt at the sound of Buffy's fall. He quickly stood up and helped her to her feet. He practically had to drag her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he sat her down at the table. He set a glass in front of her along with five Advil tablets, and filled it with tomato juice.

"Take these and wash them down with the tomato juice," he said as she reached for the glass.

When Buffy took the first sip she gagged at the taste. Angel moved closer to her and held the glass to her lips.

"I know it tastes bad, but it will help you feel better."

"Are hangovers always this bad?"

"Afraid so."

They sat in silence as Buffy finished her glass of tomato juice.

"Can I use your shower?" she asked when she finished.

"Sure. Down the hall to the right."

Buffy slowly stood up and walked to the bathroom. Angel went to his room and picked out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers for her to wear. He tapped lightly on the bathroom door.

"Yeah?"

"I have some clothes for you, if you want me to wash yours."

Buffy opened the door and grabbed the clothes from his hands.

"Thanks." She closed the door and reopened it a moment later.

"Do you have any towels?"

"You can just use the one hanging up in there. It's clean. Just throw your clothes outside the door and I'll pick them up," he said before he turned and left to start cleaning up his apartment.

Forty-five minutes later Buffy emerged out of the bathroom wearing Angel's shirt and boxers. She felt weird wearing someone else's underwear, but it was better than nothing. Angel didn't see her walk into the living room. She leaned against the wall so that he was facing away from her.

"I never would have guessed that you were a neat freak."

Angel jumped.

"You scared me."

"Sorry. Why are you cleaning?"

"I'm having a party tonight. Will you come?"

"I don't know. I don't want to crash or anything."

"You wont."

"Remember what happened the last time I was near alcohol?"

Angel smiled. "I'll watch your drink."

"I'll come if I start to feel a little better, but I can't stay the whole time."

"That's okay."

Buffy looked at Angel's cordless phone resting on its cradle. "Can I use your phone?"

"Go ahead," Angel said as he continued picking up empty beer bottles and plates.

Buffy walked to the phone and dialed a seven-digit number.

"Hello?"

"Daddy, it's me."

"Buffy, where are you?"

"I fell asleep at Willow's house."

"I want you to come home right now."

"Okay, just let me have breakfast first."

"No, you can have breakfast at home."

"Alright, I'm coming home," Buffy said in defeat and hung up the phone.

"Do you always lie to your dad?" Angel said, grinning.

"For some reason 'I got drunk and spent the night in some college guy's bed' doesn't seem like something he would want to hear."

"Why not? That's something every father wants to hear from his teenage daughter."

Buffy shifted her weight to one foot. She cleared her throat nervously. "Uh. I should probably get going."

"Let me get your clothes."

Buffy left after changing into her skirt and blouse and promising Angel she would show up at his party for at least a few minutes.

Xander, Willow and Cordelia were the first to arrive at Angel's apartment. Soon the whole place was filled with girls wearing almost nothing and sex crazed guys. Pretty much everyone who came already had at least two beers. Within the first thirty minutes all the bedrooms were taken. That's how all Angel's parties were.

Buffy knew the party had already started long before she arrived. It took her almost an hour to talk her dad into letting her out of the house again tonight. He was pretty upset when she didn't call the night before. He made Buffy promise she would be home by eleven or call if she was going to be any later. She was just glad he actually let her go. Of course he had no idea she was going to a party. He thought she was studying at a friend's house.

"Hello, cutie."

Buffy turned around to see if the greeting was meant for her.

"I'm Spike," said a man who looked about the same age as Angel. He had bleached blonde hair and a British accent.

"Buffy," she said, introducing herself.

"You want a beer or something?"

"We're trying to keep the alcohol away from her," Angel said as he walked up behind Spike.

"So, you're the one who got messed with. I've heard a lot about you," Spike said as he took a step towards her.

Buffy backed up to the wall as Spike settled his hand on her hip.

"Spike, maybe you should go find your actual girlfriend, Drusilla. I think I saw her in my room.with Parker," Angel said in a threatening tone.

"Sorry peaches. I didn't know she was your girl," Spike said as he walked away to find Drusilla.

Buffy felt herself start to blush at his comment.

"Sorry about Spike. He's.well he's Spike."

"Peaches?" Buffy said as she tried unsuccessfully to hold back her laughter.

"I was hoping you didn't hear that."

"Can I call you 'peaches'?"

"No," Angel said in a firm tone. "I'm going to go get something to drink. You want something?"

"I'll just have a Sprite."

"I'll be right back," Angel said as he walked off to the kitchen.

Buffy leaned against the wall and looked for someone she knew. "Willow!" she called when she spotted the redhead.

"Hey Buffy! Great show," Willow said, smirking.

"What are you talking about?"

"Last night.you and Angel.you don't remember do you?" Willow laughed.

"I have to go," Buffy said as she walked off to find Angel.

Angel was searching through the cooler for a Sprite and a Millers Lite when Buffy stormed in.

"Hey. What's wrong?"

"What happened last night?"

"Nothing. We danced a little and then I took you home when you started to get out of control."

"How 'out of control'?"

"Not much. You were just a little drunk, that's all I swear nothing happened."

"Then why did Willow just tell me we put on 'a great show'?"

"Well, there was one kiss. If it helps at all, it was one great kiss." Angel smiled sheepishly.

Buffy tried to keep a straight face as a small smile crept up on the corners of her lips. "Was that all?"

"Yeah, that was all."

"You promise?"

"I promise," Angel said reassuringly as he handed her a Sprite.

"Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure."

Buffy walked down the hall past two closed doors. She could hear soft groans coming from inside each room. She tried not to picture what was going behind the closed doors. The bathroom door was closed so she knocked twice. When she got no answer she slowly opened the door. Willow's head was buried in Xanders pants. His hands were forcing her head on him. Buffy's eye's went wide when she realized what was going on.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbled as she quickly closed the door. She hurried back to the kitchen. She wanted to be as far away, from what she saw, as possible.

"What's wrong?" Angel asked when he saw her face.

"It was um, occupied."

Angel instantly knew what was going on in the bathroom. "Who was it? I'll kick them out."

"No, it's okay. I have to go anyway."

"I want to know who it was." "Willow and Xander," Buffy mumbled as she looked down. "I thought Xander was with Cordelia."

"He is. sort of. Xander fucks anyone who is willing to give him what he wants."

"Oh," she said awkwardly. "Well, I have to go."

"Please don't go because of them," Angel pleaded

"I'm not. I promised my dad I would be home by eleven. He's not very happy about last night."

"I want to show you something. What you doing tomorrow?"

"Nothing. What do you want to show me?"

"It's a surprise. Meet me here at five thirty," he said as he scribbled down an address and gave in to Buffy.

"Okay. I'll see you then."

"Later."



TBC.