They didn't have much time to contemplate the young diva's actions, because Matt was trying to give Shane McMahon a wonderful blowjob.  Jeff groaned under his breath before trying to subdue his brother.  After all, he didn't want to be the one to tell his extremely straight brother what he had done while intoxicated. Same went for the equally straight Shane.

There were just some things that one had to capture on video though, which may have been why Jeff had the recorder in one hand while he coaxed his brother that he really didn't want to have intercourse with Shane.

It was during that lovely scene that Anya Emerson-Summers arrived.  The vengeance demon took in Willow and Zachary, who were trying to grope each other, make out and undress at the same time.  She shook her head, a smirk on her face. It had been a long time since she'd seen that good of a show, and it hadn't been shy little Willow who'd taken part. Actually, it had been Faith and Spike one night in the Box…just before the irate Slayer had tried to stake the bleached blonde idiot. She shook her head, clearing it of those memories.

Then her gaze turned toward Faarooq and Bradshaw. They were throwing poolside tables around like they were children's toys.  She wasn't certain, but it looked like they were making eyes at her. With a glare honed from years of subduing her demonic older brothers, the woman caused them to literally wilt. Smiling to herself, she continued her survey.

Over in the corner of the pool, Bubba Ray was trying to drown his self; Spike was trying to keep him from doing so. She couldn't help the snickers; watching such a small guy try to Anya called out, "Need help, do we?"

Glenn, who was trying to convince the Hurricane that he did not want to swing from the hotel lights, looked up for a split second. Despite his belief that he was a superhero, all he would end up being was a super splat if Glenn couldn't stop him. "Lady, I don't see how you can give us help with this crowd."

Anya's gaze darkened, and she smiled sweetly. "I suppose that I should give you the benefit of the doubt for that comment but B taught me that it's just too fun to make a man into a eunuch." The sweet smile suddenly transformed into a malicious grin. "Or at least she showed me that it's fun even when a woman hasn't wished for me to do so.  F says that it's cuz we're doing a good deed by making certain that idiotic morons never reproduce. B says that it's just fun to hear men scream like two year olds."

Glenn's eyes widened as the strange woman started to advance towards him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! It's just that you look so tiny and these are all fairly big men."

Before the patron saint of scorned women could carry through on her threat, Willow noticed her friend. "Ahn! You're here…Why are you here?" she slurred out.

"Got bored. What's with the orgasm friend, Red?  Doesn't seem like your typical kind." Her assessing eyes took in every detail, including the symbolic weight that seemed to dwarf him.  In that respect he was like Buffy; the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders.

"He's not an orgasm friend, Anya," the witch slurred. "Zach's B's brother, dontcha know?" Covering her mouth with her hand, she giggled nervously. "I wasn't supposed to tell. It's a secret!"

Jeff frowned at Willow's comment. He couldn't help but think about what Buffy had said just before all hell broke loose in the lobby. And then before she went upstairs, she'd said she didn't want to be an aunt yet.

"Willow, honey," Anya tried to mentally review her list of modern human culture for a solution, "you must be mistaken."

"I'm not!"

"You are, sweetie. You're drunk. Not thinking straight. Joyce barely managed to have B, remember?" Anya was praying that that was the truth; however, it had been a long time since she was completely sure of anything concerning the remainder of the Scoobies. And judging from the look of stark terror in both her redheaded friend's eyes and in the young man's, Willow had been telling the truth. However, the witch was still drunk, and these people didn't know how to read her eyes.  As the oldest member of the Scoobies, it was her job to cover up the truth of the matter.

Over in his corner, Jeff was still wondering about Buffy's remarks.  Anya was doing a remarkable job in masking Willow's slip up but he could think for himself. And the things she was saying weren't measuring up against the earlier words.

 "The conversation seemed so real," whispered Willow. Somewhere deep inside her inebriated state, she understood what the vengeance demon was doing. That part was screaming about the fact that she had to help Anya with her plan.

"I'm certain it did.  Alcohol will do things like that. Remember the Beer Bad incident?" Anya's reference was lost on the wrestlers, but her friend recalled it too well, even in her current state.

"Umm hmm! So I just 'magined it!" Willow was gleeful at not having stuck her foot in her mouth.

"Yes, you did." Looking around now that she'd realized that she hadn't seen either of her other friends, Anya unconsciously frowned. "Where are F and B?"

"Don't know," Willow shrugged and went back to playing tonsil hockey with Zachary.

Once her second youngest 'sister' was taken care of, Anya went back to what she'd been doing. Frowning at Glenn, she growled low in her throat. "If you don't tell me where Faith and Buffy are in the next ten seconds, I will kill you. And I will make your death as painful as I can."

Everyone—even those who were drunk—blinked in surprise.  She was tiny as all hell, not as tiny as Buffy perhaps, but still smaller than even Willow.  And she still scared the shit out of all of them.

Mark was the one who spoke up. Well, growled. "Cranberry slammed Faith into the concrete and said she'd be back soon.  She probably inflicted a hell of a lot of damage."

Anya smirked. "Looks like someone went and got drunk.  No wonder B cracked F's head on the cement.  If I was around a drunken F, I would too." She suddenly grinned. "Oh, wait. I have been around her after she's had too much to drink and I have cracked her head."

"You've what?!" screamed Mark.  Someone had dared to hurt his daughter?!

"Relax," Anya waved his worries away. "For one thing, she has an extremely hard head, and for another, heals incredibly fast. I guarantee that by this time tomorrow, she won't even have a bruise."

Each of the wrestlers had completely stopped in their tasks; the drunks that they were trying to corral were getting out of hand again.  They didn't really care any more due to the fact that they were practically frozen where they stood.  It was finally Spike who voiced what all of them were thinking. "Not even wrestlers, who get hurt on a daily basis, heal that quickly.  What's different about Faith?"

Anya just smiled secretively. "That is my business, Oh Ye of Small Stature, and not yours."

"Gee, thanks," Spike snapped. "I'm at least a bit taller than you!"

From behind them they heard a throat being cleared. "While this is highly amusing," the oldest Slayer chuckled, "there are drunk people you're all supposed to be making certain don't go running rampant."

Once again, they all exchanged panicked looks.  Glenn spoke up this time, protectively hiding his groin as he did so. "We completely forgot! We're sorry, just don't hurt us!"

Buffy's sly smile tugged at the corners of her eyes. "Well, Ahn. I suppose I'm correct in assuming that you scared the shit out of my coworkers?"

The vengeance demon smirked. "My only question is whether or not they realize that there's someone throwing hamburgers out of the penthouse of the hotel."

In unison, the so-called tough guys of the WWE groaned and muttered, "Who the Hell did we piss off in a past life?"

A/N: Sorry, this one's long overdue. Please review and I hope to get the next one out by Christmas. Next chapter will feature more drunken adventures, more Anya, Faith panicking, and the knowledge that the whole fiasco was caught on tape.