Usagi woke up the next day in a strange room. She had no idea where she was. All she knew was that she was lying in the middle of a queen-sized bed, which was in the middle of a huge master bedroom. She also discovered that she wasn't wearing what she had worn to the bar the previous night. Where was she? What day was it? What time was it? 1:00 pm, she noted after finding the digital clock on the night stand. She started to panic a bit, which wasn't help her physical situation any. She felt like shit. Her head was pounding and she felt sick as all hell. The door opened and in walked Damon carrying a glass of red liquid.

"How you doin'?" He asked in a low, gentle voice.

"I feel like shit. In more ways than one."

"Here," he handed her the glass, "Drink this."

Usagi eyed the glass suspiciously, "What is it?"

"Vodka and cranberry. Believe it or not, it'll help you feel better."

Usagi shook her head, "No. No more alcohol. Ever."

Damon chuckled, "We all say that and it never works out that way."

"No, I mean it. I can't believe I tried to drink my troubles away." Usagi chuckled sadly, "I just did exactly what I got angry at Mamoru for doing. I'm such a hypocrite."

"Mamoru? Your ex?" Usagi nodded, "Did he drink?"

"No," Usagi lay back down, "He was addicted to cocaine. He started because he was trying to escape from his problems. And I did the same thing last night, I was drinking to run away from my problems."

Damon furrowed his brow, "What problems? You seemed fine last night when I spoke to you."

"That was before I realized that you just wanted to get in my pants."

"Why would you think that?" Damon asked obviously offended.

"Why would I? I tell you that I want to go out with you, and you move in for the kill. And now I'm wearing a pair of PJ's I don't even recognize."

"I'm sorry if you saw it that way. I was just really happy that you asked me out. I would have stopped anytime you wanted me to. As for the PJ's, you put those on yourself, don't you remember?"

"No."

"Well, you were pretty drunk." Damon sat beside Usagi on the bed and rubbed her shoulder gently.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway last night. That's the last thing I would want to do. I want you to always be happy so I can see that beautiful smile of yours." He kissed her forehead, then stood up and made his way over to his dresser, where he picked up a pack of cigarettes, out of which he pulled one and lit. He took a drag and inhaled deeply.

Usagi rolled her eyes, "You smoke?"

Damon nodded, "You don't mind, do you?"

"Whatever, it's your house. I just find it funny that the two people that I've known to be studying to become doctors did something incredibly stupid when it came to their health. You with the smoking and Mamoru with the drugs."

"Are you sure this doesn't bother you?"

"I don't care. It's your addiction."

Sensing something was wrong, Damon put out his cigarette and sat back down beside Usagi.

"What's up?"

"Nothing." Usagi sulked.

"No. There's something wrong and you're going to tell me. So start talking."

Usagi heaved a sigh, "I just hate addictions, that's all."

"Does it have anything to do with your ex?"

Usagi exhaled slowly, "He O.D'ed once and ended up in the hospital. I'm the one that found him and called an ambulance. We talked things over and I gave him the choice between myself and the drug. He cleaned up and everything was fine for awhile and then I walked in on him using again. So that's why I moved here. Just being in the same country as him hurt too much."

"That jackass choose drugs over you? What an idiot. Though I suppose I should thank him. If it wasn't for him, you never would have moved here and I never would have met you." Damon smoothed his thumb over Usagi's cheek. He wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure if he should. Then he got an idea. He walked over to his dresser and threw the full pack of cigarettes in the trash. Usagi watched in amazement.

"In fact," Damon said as he fished them back out, "I'll do you one better." He opened the pack and began to break each cigarette in half one by one and tossed them back in the garbage.

Damon looked down at this trash can and immediately regretted his decision. This was going to be really hard, but he had to do it for her.

A week had past since Damon had quit. He now sat at the kitchen table staring intently into a mug of coffee in his hands.

"You know, if you leaned anymore over that cup you'll be swimming in it." Jo teased as she came into the kitchen and saw her best friend hunched over his coffee.

Damon inhaled the coffee and set the cup back on the table. The timer for a pot went off and Damon jumped up and raced for it. Jo, who was standing at the counter, reached for it and took hold of it the same time Damon did.

"Back off," Damon snarled between his teeth, "Make your own."

Jo took her hand off the handle and frowned, "What's up with you? You never drink coffee and now you're drinking a whole pot?"

"Three."

"What?" Jo asked confused.

"This is my third one."

"You've had three since you woke up?"

"Oh ok," Damon said pouring himself another cup, "Five. I was only talking about the last hour."

"You've had five pots since you woke up?"

Damon nodded, "One for every cigarette I usually have."

"And why haven't you had them?"

"I quit."

"You quit?"

Damon nodded, "Usagi didn't like it, so I quit." Damon began to cry, "I broke every one I had left in half. They're all gone. No more. They didn't even get to live the life they were supposed to. Oh god! It hurts too much to think of it." He slammed his head down on the table and whined pitifully like a kicked puppy. "Gone! Gone forever. Bye bye! Gone, no more…" His voice trailed off.

Jo cocked an eyebrow. Just then there was a knock at the door. Jo went to answer it. It was Usagi.

"Hey, Usagi Come on in. Though I don't think you want to see Damon right now."

"Why?" Usagi asked slowly.

Just then, Damon came running from around the corner. He picked up Usagi and spun her around, "USAGI! I'm so happy to see you." He put her back down but kept her in a hug. "I missed you so much." He squeezed her tight, like his favourite teddy bear, when he said the word 'so'

"That's why," Jo stated, "He's been drinking a little too much coffee."

"Oh I see," Usagi said as she struggled to get out of Damon's death grip and breathe at the same time.

"So?" Damon said finally letting her go, "Where do you want to go? We could go to the arcade, or go-karting, or wait... I know! Let's go dancing! Yay! Dancing! I like dancing. Do you like to dance? I like to dance, and I have to pee." With that Damon ran off to the washroom.

"Quick now is your chance to escape!" Jo teased, "Go! While you still have time!"

Usagi was still trying to recover from what just happened, "Why is he drinking coffee? And how much has he had?"

"Only five pots. And it's because he quit smoking."

"Only! Five pots!"

"Come with me. We'll pour the fifth one down the sink while he's in there." Usagi and Jo headed to the kitchen where they were greeted by an empty pot of coffee, "He drank the entire thing in however long it took me to answer the door!" Jo said astonished, "This thing was full when I left."

Usagi looked at Jo, "I think we need to have an intervention."

"I think you're right," they both sat down at the table. Soon after Damon came in from the washroom.

"Well, I just had one of those minute and half pisses. I didn't think it was ever going to end! So let's go dancing."

"No," Usagi said, "What you need to do is have a glass of water." She got up and got him a glass of water, which he sucked back like nothing.

"Okay, let's go."

"First of all; the clubs aren't open yet and won't be for another ten hours and second of all; you need to calm down and drink more water." Usagi handed him another glass, which he sucked back like nothing.

"Okay, let's go."

"First of all, the clubs aren't open yet and won't be for another ten hours and second of all you need to come down and drink more water." Usagi handed him another glass. Damon drank that one like there was no tomorrow as well.

"Okay, let's go." Usagi sighed and forced him into a chair at the table, "Whoa! Hey! Being a little rough aren't we?"

"Well, I have to be."

Damon winked at her, "That's okay. I like it rough."

"It's true he does." Jo agreed.

Usagi covered her ears, "Okay! I don't wanna hear this stuff! And how would you know!"

"Didn't he tell you?" Jo inquired, "We dated for 2 years in high school. We were each other's first."

"First relationship?" Usagi asked innocently.

"No, first lay." Damon grinned and winked at Jo.

"Okay. I don't wanna hear this stuff." Usagi repeated.

Jo furrowed her brow, "You act like you've never had sex before."

"I haven't!" Usagi shot back.

Damon sat back in his chair, "You haven't? I never knew that?"

"It never came up in conversation and you never asked." Usagi answered.

"Well, now I feel like even more of an ass about what happened a week ago."

"Good! You should!" Usagi retorted and giggled.

Damon furrowed his brow and looked about confused, "That wasn't the answer I was expecting."

Usagi stuck out her tongue, "I know."

"Hey, now. Don't stick that out unless you plan on using it." Damon grinned from ear to ear.

"That's dirty!" Usagi shouted.

Still grinning Damon said, "I know."

"You're gross!"

Damon got up and reached across the table. Jokingly he leaned in for a kiss with his mouth wide open and tongue hanging out. Usagi not knowing what to do grabbed Damon's glass of water and through it at him. Damon stopped in his tracks, drenched in water, "That wasn't very nice." He said and sat back down.

"What would you do if some one came at you like a banshee?"

"Like a banshee?"

"I don't know. It sounded better in my head." Just then Usagi's cell phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the display. There was no name just the number. It was a Japanese number. It was Mamoru's number.

AN: So what you guys think? This was more or less just a silly Chapter, we needed the comic relief. Hope you liked it anyway. And thanx To Moon-Bunny for helping with this one much appreciated