Xander was dressed in a suit purchase by Cordelia, a fact that was doubly uncomfortable, both the suit and the fact that his girlfriend paid for it.

But the reason he was wearing it was even more uncomfortable. He was burying his parents. His drunk, abusive father and beaten down mother. Tor and the others were nearby, awkwardly trying to be there for him. Cordelia, Oz, Lupe and Mrs. Summers were the only other people present. None of the Harris' or Lavelles could bother to be present, no announcement had been made at school and Giles was busy trying to figure out how to open a portal to Pylea. Not that Xander actually thought Giles would have bothered to come anyway, he'd always just sort of tolerated Xander's presence.

It was a very basic ceremony, not even a eulogy full of lies, just the undertaker and his crew lowering the caskets into the freshly dug graves. Closed caskets, given the state of the bodies. At least he wouldn't have to stand over their graves waiting for demons wearing their faces to crawl out and meet a dusty end.

Charles Chase, Cordelia's father, had shocked the Hell out of Xander when he told him he'd help him sort out the estate, such as it was and he was currently meeting with a lawyer on Xander's behalf to determine ownership of the house and whether there were any life insurance policies and to keep his blood relatives from getting their drunk hands on any of it.

Xander hated to admit it, but he needed the money because he refused to take advantage of the Chase's generosity. Cordelia had managed to talk them into letting him stay in the pool house, with certain restrictions and he'd offered to pay rent once the finances were straightened out, which they'd agreed to. Terms to be worked out later.

The ceremony was over faster then he'd thought it would be. He stood staring down at the grave of a man who'd made his childhood painful and given him nightmares long before he'd discovered the supernatural was real. A man he hated and resented and prayed he'd never be like. A churning cauldron of rage and pain and resentment burned in his gut. Tony Harris, like Angelus, was a monster Xander would very much have liked to have destroyed himself. They both deserved to feel the fires of Hell and neither one had been destroyed by his hand. And that it was Angelus, a vampire, who'd destroyed Tony Harris just made him that much more bitter and angry and resentful.

Cordelia had been standing quietly with Lupe waiting for Xander to join them at the car, worrying about him when she realized he wasn't standing by the graves anymore. She looked around frantically, a feeling of dread in her stomach and when she didn't see him anywhere she turned to Tor. "Find him." She snapped. "Keep him from doing anything stupid, like getting himself killed or arrested!" Just knowing Xander was struggling to deal with everything that had happened in the last few days and he was about to boil over. Tor obeyed and following that connection they had to him, he and the others soon found him.

In a weird ass bar.

"I've lived in Sunnydale my whole life." Tor muttered, looking around. "I never knew this place existed. More demons?"

"Must be." Kyle agreed, looking around at the weird looking creatures sitting at tables, drinking. Just like humans in a bar would be. Why was Xander here? People went to a bar to blow off steam, either through getting drunk or through violence. There was nothing served in this bar that could get a human drunk even if Xander had wanted to get totally wasted like his old man, was there? Maybe, but...

He was here more for violence. This wasn't going to end well. Kyle shrugged and glanced at Tor as Xander hauled a large scaly something out of a chair and slammed his fist into its face. "Well, I don't think the owner's going to call the cops, so that leaves keeping Harris from getting killed. He shouldn't have all the fun, we should get to have some too, don't you think?"

"It has been a while since we had a good brawl." Tor agreed as a grinning Heidi picked up a bottle and slammed it over something's head that was charging towards her. Apparently some of them were objecting to humans being in here at all.

"Cordelia's going to be pissed that he's getting that suit messed up." Rhonda observed as Xander kicked another demon back into a table, which collapsed under the creature's weight and another jumped him. Tor picked up a chair and smashed it over the thing's back. After that it was a free for all, the forty to fifty demons and vampires that had been minding their own business drinking yak's bile and pig's blood against five teenagers, one enraged, the others trying to make sure he didn't get killed while venting some of that rage and all five nearly as strong individually as a Slayer.

Willy, the owner of the bar, was hiding under the bar and praying whatever hurricane had descended on his bar passed soon and wondering if his bar would even still be standing once it did. Eventually the sounds of things breaking passed and he cautiously raised his head to look around. Piles of dust that used to be vampires and broken, damaged and in some cases, dead demons. And five humans, the crazy one who'd just walked in and started a fight and four others. Clothes torn, blood, red and otherwise, smeared on them. Possibly a couple broken arms, definite broken knuckles, helping each other limp out.

And every damn table, chair and barstool broken, kindling. And a fire that was looking pretty energetic as it got going. And some of the stuff on the shelves behind him was actual alcohol, as in flammable.

Crap.