Spike and Angel walked forward and entered the hotel. It was just like Angel had left it. The furniture was covered with sheets but the desks and everything was where he had left it.

"So this was the HQ of the mighty Angel Investigations?" said Spike walking over to the desk and idly opening drawers. He pulled out one of the business cards. "Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless. Cute." he said. "What's that drawing though? It looks like a butterfly crossed with a lobster with a growth or something."

"It's supposed to be an angel," said Angel. "Cordy drew it."

"Oh an angel," said Spike putting it down. "That's clever on so many levels. Say what are we doing here?"

"I thought we'd stay here tonight. 68 rooms so we don't have to share a bed or anything like that."

Spike pulled out an old rooms list and started flipping through the pages. Angel, not noticing him, started to say. "My room was number 3-1..."

"Dibs on room 312!" he shouted and tore up the stairs. Angel growled and chased after him.By the time he reached his room he found Spike sitting on the bed, testing the comfiness. "I like it," he said. "Pretty comfy, plus the kitchen and private bathroom."

"Spike," said Angel. "Out now. You can have any other room in the hotel except this one."

Spike sighed and left. He end up a floor up in Lorne's old room. The two setteled in and met up again in the lobby. The sun was setting.

"So what do we do now?" asked Spike. "Wanna go out, get pissed?"

"Being back in this place for an our or so? Remembering everyone who died..."

"I understand," the blonde ex-vamp said. "We'll talk in the morn-"

"God yes," said Angel and the two were out the door.

The City of Angels was farmiliar to Angel and Spike at night but they weren't her to stop any evil, slay any demon or rescue any women, they were here to party. They went to several different night clubs and bars until they were both rolling drunk. They sat down in a bar with a pitchers of Coors Lite and started reminissening about their old vampire days.

"I'll tell you Spike," said Angel. "The thing I miss most about Sunnydale hiccup was seeing Buffy kick the crap outta you."

"Hey at least she never ran me through with a sword." Spike said, draining his ninth glass.

"God," muttered Angel. "What would Buffy say if she could see us now?"

"Ah Buffy," said Spike. "She was one Hell of a woman." He raised his glass. "To Buffy."

"To Buffy." said Angel and clinked their glasses.

They downed the liquid and spent the rest of the evening wandering around the city. At 2:00 they make their way back to the Hyperion. They stumble in the doorway and collapse on the couch next to eachother.

"Spike," said Angel. "Where do we go from here? I mean the battle's done and we kinda won so do we sound our victory cheer?"

"Start singing and I will kick your ass." said Spike.

"What?" said Angel.

"I'll explain later." Spike got up. "For now though I'm going to bed. Night." Spike turned and walked up the stairs to bed.

Angel stayed down for a little while until he too went up to bed. He discarded his clothes and fell in bed wearing only some shorts. Before he slept he thought to himself.

'It's a good question though, where do we go from here?"