A/N Sorry guys, but I'm taking a summer class until August 11. I'm just getting over a bad cough. I just moved apartments with Shadowfax and the new place won't have internet until at least August 1 and I still have to go clean the old place. So, please be patient with me. I promise I will finish the story before September.
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Buffy couldn't believe what she was seeing, "Angel who is the strange woman in my bed?"
"Her name is Darla," the blonde smiled at her as she got dressed and let herself out of the apartment.
"Well I got sacked today and apparently so did you." Buffy stood stone face in the doorway. "I must say this is a surprise," she turned away from him to turn off the television. "I didn't even think you liked Oprah."
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Angel got out of Buffy's embrace and noticed the bandage on her forehead, "Honey, are you okay?"
"Oh yeah, I mean Anya fired me and a thief threw me into a tree when he couldn't get my purse, but I don't have a concussion and I'll start looking through the want ads tomorrow. Tonight however I am devoting to you and this little towel."
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After several minutes to therapeutic slapping the hell out of Angel, Buffy threw the claddagh ring he had given her at his face and walked out the door.
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As Buffy and Angel fell onto the bed she noticed two brandy glasses on the nightstand, but decided it must have been from the party they had the previous night.
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"Willow thank god you're home," Buffy cried as her best friend opened the door.
"Buffy, what…" Willow began and then realized. "What did Angel do?"
"I caught him having sex with a Darla."
"That evil two-timing bastard," Willow exclaimed in outrage. "Well there is only one thing to do." She grabbed her purse and walked outside to lock her door. "We are getting you drunk and then you are staying here with me and Tara."
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"Hey," Angel rolled over on the bed. "How about we go out tonight? I promise after a few drinks you won't even care about getting fired from the Magic Box."
"As long as I'm with you," Buffy sighed happily going to take a shower and change before they went out. She noticed an earring on the counter that wasn't hers and promised herself she'd return it to Willow.
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"Men, who needs them?" Buffy slurred. "I mean you spend years building up a committed and trusting relationship with one of them and then they decide that they are too much of a man for one woman and need to spread themselves out."
"Preaching to the choir here," Willow agreed pouring her friend another drink, "Remember Oz? Dumb Veruca."
"They are all incredibly horrible." Buffy put her head down on the table as Spike walked in.
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Angel is absolutely perfect, Buffy decided as they sipped too much wine with their dinner. No matter how bad things get I can always trust him.