"Bloody Hell," Will grunted as he woke up in his bed. He hated hangovers and last night's was a huge one. But it was worth it to spend all that time with Buffy. They danced for awhile then finally sat at her table getting smashed until two a.m. when he'd gone home alone, but happy. He hadn't want to push what he felt was the best thing that had ever happen to him. She was funny and intelligent. She was perfect.
Will stayed in a good mood all day and happily strolled into Caritas that night looking for Buffy. He smiled when he saw her at the same table drinking tequila.
But don't ask her on a straight tequila night
She'll start thinking about him then she's ready to fight
Blames her broken heart on every man in sight
On a straight tequila night
"Hi" He smiled walking up to her.
"You know what your problem is?" Buffy lisped drunkenly. "You're a guy."
"I was the last time I checked," He agreed sitting down next to her.
"All men want is sex. I mean you spend three years being involved in a relationship you think is going some place and then he just takes off with your best friend and leaves you a note. A NOTE."
"Luv, you're not making sense." Will tried smiling warmly. He hated the fact that she had to go through something like that.
"Go to Hell," she whispered as she stumbled out of her chair and started walking out of the bar. "You men are all the same."