A/N: Well, I know that Torrie is currently with Billy Gunn but I couldn't resist how this chapter played out.  If you ask my sister, who for all of you that have been reading is my muse, the person who ended up being Faith's father isn't who was planned for that position, but like I said, this chapter just kinda flowed.

Also, I was reading Zach's bio and I realized that his last name is spelled G-O-W-E-N instead of G-O-W-A-N as I think most of the fan fic writers who have started writing about him spell it.  In addition, I also realized from that that he had osteogenic sarcoma instead of osteosarcoma.  Please forgive me, but I'm not going to change those two facts.

Please review; I haven't gotten a lot of reviews for the last chapter.

Chapter 4

They'd been bar hopping most of the night. As strange and ironic as it sounded, out of all of them, Buffy was the soberest.  She'd nursed one beer at the first bar and stopped drinking altogether by the third one.  The others, however, were drunker than skunks by about the fourth bar.

She was leaning against the wall, watching the three people she considered family.  They were having the time of their lives. 

Faith was making out with some dark haired, mysterious guy that Buffy could vaguely recall from work.  He was just as drunk as her sister was, so she was planning on making certain that it didn't escalate into a one-night stand.  While they were Faith's specialty, it was time she settled down, started doing the commitment thing.  And if she started with the guy she was currently playing tonsil hockey with, that was just fine by her.

Her eyes drifted again, this time to her redheaded best friend. The alcohol had brought out Willow's wilder side, which may have accounted for why Willow was dancing so close to Zach.  Once again, she was really hoping that she wasn't going to have to stop the two of them from having sex.

"Wow," a female voice said, from next to her, "I didn't know any sane person on this planet would dye their hair in that combination."

Buffy turned to the woman, smirking slightly. "Were you trying to insult me, or were you making a compliment…in the most roundabout way possible?"

Stacy Keibler smirked back at the woman.  "I wasn't trying to insult you; I was insulting you."

"Funny," Buffy grinned maliciously, "if it were an insult, then I'd feel insulted, right?"

The blonde didn't understand where she was going with her line of questioning. "Right," she agreed.

"But, you see, I don't feel insulted.  Now run along and see if you can find some man that wants to have sex with you.  I mean, surely, somewhere in this bar, there's a guy who's desperate enough to fuck you."

Stacy tossed a huge grin towards the smaller woman.  "You're right; most men do want to …Hey!"  It took several minutes for the insult to sink into the blonde's mind. When it did, though, she was pissed.  Before she could even try to fight the other diva, someone grabbed her arm.

Jeff Hardy and Spike Dudley looked at her with utter disgust.  There'd been a time when they'd been good friends with the diva, but those days were long since over.  Spike, who was still restraining her, spoke first.  "Get your skanky ass back to Billy.  Ain't he an Ass-man, anyways?"

She went scarlet with fury.  "I'll get the two of you back, see if I don't!"

Buffy sighed. "But what are you going to do about little ol' me?  I mean, it's not like I work where you do…"

"Then can I kick your ass right here?" Stacy snarled.

"No, but I have a friend who's a new diva. Her name's Faith.  I bet she wouldn't mind wrestling you."

"Fine," she bit back. "Then tell her I'm going to go to Stephanie to get the challenge approved."

"Oh," Buffy replied sweetly, "I will."

The moment Stacy left, Jeff stared at her for a moment. "Won't your friend be really upset?  I mean, you just got her into a match with that skank."

Buffy smiled.  "Not one of you three have really been paying attention to anything besides the cranberry dye that's visible, have you?"

"Huh?" Spike asked.  He didn't understand what the young woman was trying to say.

"My name's Buffy Summers," she said with a grin, "but in the ring, Steph decided that I should be called Mercy."

Comprehension dawned immediately for Spike although it took another minute for Jeff. The moment Jeff understood, he gasped.  "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Buffy grinned.  "Hey, having the dick-less freak ready to squash me just isn't enough.  I figured that the skank wouldn't be able to hurt me more than The Show."

Spike chuckled. "I don't think any of us thought that anyone would ever say that about The Big Show."

"The So-Called Big Show," Jeff corrected.  "The look on Stacy's face, when she realizes that you set her up, will be priceless."

Buffy laughed. "Won't it though?"  Knowing that the others she'd come with were still drunk, she scanned the crowded bar.  Faith and her hottie were still making out like crazy but Willow and Zach…

"Great," she muttered.

The other wrestler with multi-colored hair turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow.  "What's wrong?"

"I came with Faith, Willow and Zach," the two-tone haired diva explained, "and I'm currently the only sober one.  Faith's over in a corner making out with some guy, which is perfectly fine by me.  As long as they don't attempt to get horizontal, I'm not going to intervene.  Wills and Zach, however, are going at it on the dance floor.  Since I'm almost positive that they can be arrested for trying to have sex in a public area, I now have to go break them up."

He started to laugh. "You sound like Lita does when all the Omega boys get together.  Go break them up, and then all of you can come back to our hotel.  After all, what can possibly go wrong at a hotel?"

His companion groaned. "Thank you for jinxing it!"

"I did not jinx it!"

Spike sighed. "She's right; you did jinx it.  Everyone knows that you never say something like that." 

By then Buffy had already grabbed the redhead and her brother and were dragging them along.  She had caught Zach by the ear, and the pain of said ear being twisted had sobered him up enough that sex was no longer the only thought consuming his mind.  It was still there, but it wasn't the only thing there. Walking back to where the other member of their original bar hopping party was, she kneed the guy in the corner with her sister before catching Faith's hand and requesting that Willow stop wrapping herself around Zach.

"But he's willing," the redhead slurred.

"Half the men in here are willing," Buffy retorted. "Does that mean that you'd do them too?"

While it was normally Faith who acted like a slut, alcohol always seemed to make her friends act extremely strange.   That may have been why Willow batted her lashes and asked, "Just the males are willing?"

By that time they'd rejoined Jeff and Spike who were struggling with several drunks of their own.  Shannon Moore, Shane Helms, Faarooq, Bradshaw, Bubba Ray Dudley, D-Von Dudley, Matt Hardy, and Shane McMahon were all as equally drunk as the three she was handling.  The Undertaker and Kane were helping them to herd the drunks towards the exit. Mark stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening.  "Did she just say what I think she did?"

Buffy laughed ruefully.  "Now you know why I didn't want to go to a bar with them.  And Zach said this would be a bonding experience." She shook her head. "The only experience it's served is to give me a warning never to let any of my family go to a bar together again.  Also," she switched subjects, "see the drunken guy holding his groin?"

The guys nodded and winced in sympathy.

"Do we work with him?"

Mark looked at the man again and groaned.  "Tell me another patron kneed Rey.  Please, Mercy, tell me someone else did that."

Buffy grinned. "Oh, so that's Rey Mysterio. He wouldn't let go of Faith.  No one starts to move towards the next level with my sister unless she's in control.  And she wasn't, so I gave him a warning."

"Your sister?!" Mark, Glenn, Spike, and Jeff chorused.  None of the McMahons had mentioned that Faith and Buffy were sisters.  Besides, Mark had his own reasoning behind being surprised.

Buffy saw that the shock on Mark Calloway's face was more than the shock reflected by the other sober wrestlers.  And she understood finally what Faith had been hiding. "You might say we're kinda half sibs.  But we're still family; all of us are."

"You're all family?" Jeff asked hesitantly as they stepped into the lobby of the hotel.

All thoughts of a response were banished as Shannon spotted the pool, and decided that a swim was in order.  "Swimming!" he squealed at the top of his lungs. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!"

The other drunken wrestlers and divas also broke into a run.  None of them seemed to care that intoxicated people should never go near places where they could drown, or that the pool closed at midnight.  Currently, it was three a.m.

Buffy heaved a long-suffering sigh and muttered, "Never again.  The whole world can end before I'll go to a bar with them again."

"I second that," Jeff said with a grin.  Jeff couldn't help liking her, with her wild colored hair that was so much like his or her attitude or the fact that she was so devoted to her family.  If he'd been straight, he probably would have gone for her in a heartbeat.  But he'd always liked guys, so getting involved with her was out of the question.

The night manager of the hotel was walking through the lobby at that instant and found himself mowed down by D-Von.  Buffy jogged over to him. "Sorry, we're trying to corral the drunks."

The night manager shook his head. "No offense, but who let them drink?"

She snickered. "I'm only responsible for being dragged to a bar behind three of them.  The other eight are wholly the other sober people's fault."

Jamal Morrison laughed. "I wish you the best of luck.  I'd help, but I do have a job to do."

"Thanks for not yelling too badly."

Jamal grinned. "I figure you're getting punished enough."

She groaned. "Isn't that the truth?"

She jogged to the pool, where Faith had decided that stripping would be in her best interest. Glenn was trying to control her without much success. Jeff, Spike, Glenn, and Mark stared as the tiny diva subdued her friend and then dropped Faith to the floor. There was a sickening thud as the brunette's head hit the tile.

Jeff grabbed Buffy's arm. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You may have just badly injured her."

She twisted out of his grip. "Look, the biggest thing that might happen is that Fay will have a headache tomorrow. Trust me about this.  Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take her upstairs.  Please ensure that Willow and Zach don't have sex.  I don't want to be an aunt yet."

The sober wrestlers gaped after her.

A/N: I'm ending this chapter here but there will be more drunken escapades.  Right now, I'm going to go do ANOTHER response to Candle's song fic challenge.  I'm really beginning to hate that challenge. Please review.