Chapter 9

Drunk is Nice

(A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! Not promoting being drunk-it's bad for you unless you're guaranteed to be locking lips with Spike (Hehe kidding-sorta) Review-thanks!)

Dawn was officially drunk. Everything was slightly wobbly, and she really didn't wanna know what would happen if she decided to stand up at that moment. After running out of her apartment she went to a near by club, which being in LA was only a block away and headed to the bar. A charming smile, a flash of cleavage and viola-hello Mr. Daniels. With another swig, she watched the other patrons on the dance floor.

It only took Spike a matter of minutes to track Dawn's scent. He walked into the bar and immediately noticed her, the young woman in a flimsy tank top and sweatpants with, of course, a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Drownin' your sorrows?" he asked her sitting in the seat across from her.

Her eyes, slightly unfocused, met his and she let out a bitter laugh, "You,"

Spike sighed, "Me pet,"

Dawn took another gulp of the alcohol and eyed Spike warily; she knew any minute he was going to start pleading for her to give Willow a chance. Seeing Willow, after all this time had hurt, made her chest tighten with pain she hadn't felt in a long while. Damn her.

"Mind sharing luv? Not nice to hog the bottle, you know," Spike asked. Dawn let out a drunken giggle, "No,"

Spike glared at her, but didn't say anything.

"Everybody's coming home!" Dawn laughed, "After four fucking years," Dawn leaned across the table, her face inches from his.

"Guess what my name is? Silver Winters," she whispered harshly and then plopped back down in her chair, laughing manically.

"Silver fucking Winters,"

Spike got it. She hadn't wanted to be found. She had set up a whole new life and after years it was starting to unravel. Just when it started to feel right, like it was really her life, he had fucked it up.

"Sorry pet, guess you're not as forgettable as you thought," he lunged forward and grabbed the bottle from her hands and took a big swig.

"Hey!" Dawn protested and unsuccessfully grabbed the bottle back, swiping at air.

Spike shrugged and gave her a Big Bad look, "Payback's a bitch,"

Dawn sat there, pouting and then her demeanor changed, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "Yes it is, come on, I love this song," she said cheerfully, yanking Spike up off his chair with all her strength. The bottle fell from his hands as he was dragged onto the dance floor.

"No pet, I'm not a dancer," he tried hopelessly to escape but her grip on him was like iron. Bloody bitch was really strong.

"Dance," she said huskily and pulled him close, swaying and lightly grinding into him. He resisted the temptation to respond and just put his arms around her slim waist. Might as well enjoy it while he had the chance.

"Mmm…" she murmured into his chest. She was too drunk to care that she was dancing with Spike of all people, too drunk to care about anything else but his cool hands around her. She tilted her head up to him and stared into his icy blue eyes. They were so blue and deep. Like the ocean. Her gaze traveled to his lips, lips that were full and looking really kissable right now. She brought her hand up to his face, running her finger tips from his cheekbones to lips, gently tracing them.

"Spike," she breathed.

Before Spike knew it he felt her hot hand on his lips. He knew he should have pulled away, but he was entranced by her touch, the feel of her silky, warm skin. The way she said his name. He knew it was wrong, but at that moment there was nothing else he wanted to do then kiss her until she couldn't breathe.

Their lips were once again, almost touching when Dawn felt the room spinning and pulled back, "Whoa," she gasped, her stomach sloshing dangerously. Uh oh.

Spike covered up his disappointment when she pulled away and he noticed she had paled slightly, no doubt the bad affects of alcohol were here.

"Come on pet, let's get you home," he said soothingly, holding her like he had earlier that evening.

"No," she whimpered slightly, "I can't go there right now,"

Spike nodded, "Right then, off we go to my place,"

Dawn just nodded mutely, right, Spike's place. One could only image what that was.