Disclaimer: Don't own them, never will. Just borrowing them, will have them dry cleaned before I return them.
Author's Note: Set some time in Season 4, anytime after Wild at Heart.
Summary: Willow and Buffy cut loose for a night.
Rating: I guess M. Contains swearing, drug and alcohol references.

Buffy and Willow were crashed out on their beds, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of them spoke, there was no need. Oz was gone, Angel was gone, and that left the two of them lying on their beds, staring at the ceiling, listening to the hustle and bustle of the life outside their door. Neither one of them had any desire to go to class only to pretend that everything was alright in their world.

Buffy sighed bitterly. It seemed no matter how far they came in life they still ended up back at the same place. It was so wrong. She was the Slayer, Willow was a super strong Wicca. And yet they were moping! Moping over the guys that left them. Moping like pathetic little freshmen. It was so wrong.

Buffy picked up the bedside lamp and threw it across the room. "Fuck them!" she screamed at the now shattered lamp.

Willow smiled faintly. "Yeah fuck them," she said in a curiously monotone voice.

Buffy jumped off the bed and started throwing clothes on. Tight pants, little singlet top and she was ready. She stood impatiently at the end of Willow's bed, looking at her expectantly.

"I really don't feel like doing anything Buffy. Can't I just mope?" she asked softly.

The Slayer began throwing clothes at her. "Get dressed."

Willow sighed and began pulling on the clothes. "I really don't want to socialise at the moment. Actually I don't think I want to socialise again."

"Good, cause that's what we're not doing." At Willow's look she expanded, "The beer ain't that bad."

Willow paused and considered, and then she smiled, the first real smile Buffy had seen on her face in weeks. "And then?" she asked.

Buffy smiled gently. "And then? Then we do a Faith." She paused and let this sink into Willow's grief fogged brain. "No regrets, no recriminations, no restrictions, just plain good ol' fun." As they were walking out of the building she added, "No murders though, one was more than enough for me."

****

"I was in the bar with my drinking team and it was me, Jack Daniels and my homey Jim Beam…" Willow sang drunkenly.

Buffy giggled at her friend and took another sip of her vodka, lemon and lime.

"Hey Buffiness person! I just realised we haven't made an acquainteness with Jack and Jim yet," Willow slurred drunkenly from the table on which she was sitting. "Better rectify that one!" She stood up importantly and strode over to the bar before stumbling against a chair, falling over and crawling the rest of the way.

Buffy cackled with drunken laughter, tears streaming down her face until she couldn't see straight. When the fog cleared Willow was standing in front of her, shaking her head sadly.

"He wouldn't sell me anymore. He said I was inebriated. He's a mean man," she said sadly. She suddenly smashed her fist down on the table, "I AM NOT PISSED!!!"

Buffy stood up looked around the campus bar. She made her way over to the bartender, who refused to serve her also. She grabbed the man by his collar and said, "Drink. NOW!"

The bartender sighed and began pouring her drinks. Riley popped up next to her. She looked at him disdainfully.

"Don't you two think you have had enough?" he asked.

Willow giggled and began playing with the bowls on the bar top. Silently she began to count. She didn't get very far.

"No! I don't think we have had enough! I think we need a lot more, don't you Wills?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer continued her tirade. "What gives you the right to tell me how much I can drink? Just because I am a woman doesn't mean I can't hold my liquor. Go away Riley, you're destroying our vibe."

Willow laughed, stood unsteadily and began to clap her hands.

Riley looked at them both carefully and said, "I am taking you both home." He put a hand on Buffy's arm and she shook it off roughly.

"It takes a lot more than what you've got to take us home," Willow derided.

Riley went to grab Buffy again but she slapped his hand away. "No," she said sharply. He reached for her again and she punched him. Willow gave a whoop of delight. "Bar brawl," she screamed excitedly, arming herself with an empty beer bottle.

Buffy grinned tightly at her as some other men in bar circled them. "Time to sleep it off ladies," one of them said. Buffy slowly turned towards the one that spoke and slowly stuck her tongue out at him. She began fighting them off, while Willow covered her back.

"You know Will," Buffy said conversationally. "I'm fighting and you're sitting on the bar. How does that work?"

"Hey I am watching your back here!" she cried indignantly waving her beer bottle.

The fight went on for a while longer, and then, "Willow, I'm bored now. Let's do something else."

Willow hopped down off the bar but not before pilfering a bottle of Jim Beam from behind the bar. "Let's go then."

They strode out mid fight, leaving Riley who had just stood up, bewildered and shocked.

****

"How come we never noticed this club before?" Willow screamed over the blaring music.

Buffy shrugged and kept on dancing. They lost themselves in the music, in the crowd. Bodies gyrated to the beat of the bass. A group of guys came and circled them, dancing against them.

*Whoa, deja vu* Buffy thought. She quickly dismissed it and let herself go again as Willow smiled at her. One of the guys pulled out a small tin, filled with little white pills. He grinned at her and motioned for them to take one. Looking at each other, they mentally shrugged and knocked back one of tablets. Half an hour later they were peaking.

"Willow, water," Buffy croaked. Willow nodded and they made their way over to the bar. "So having fun?" Buffy asked as they waited to be served.

"Yeh I am. Fuck them! Who needs them? I don't even know who them is. Fuck them!" Willow said proudly.

"Yeh if it was only that simple. I mean, I fuck I lose remember?"

"Ooh yeh. How about fuck them off? Is that a better motto?"

"Yeh and I think you'll need it." She pointed over towards the corner of the club. "I may be out of it but isn't that our wayward wolfie boy?"

Willow looked over and nodded unconcernedly. "Guess we'll just have to keep on dancing. Angel's with him."

"Mm hmm."

"They must've met up in LA again."

"Must've done." Buffy looked over at them carefully. "Guess we'll just have to keep on dancing," she said repeating Willow's words.

"They'll only leave again," Willow said.

They looked at each other grinning. "Fuck them off!" they chorused and giggling, ran back to the dance floor.

***

"What are they doing?" Oz asked Angel in disbelief.

"Dealing."

"Oh."

The two men continued to watch in silence as their loves danced to the music.

*****

"Buffy are we dead?"

"No Willow, we are so not that lucky," Buffy groaned from underneath her bed covers. The sunlight was streaming in from the window directly onto her face. "Will? How did we get here?"

"Huh?" Willow muttered, snuggling deeper into her pillow. "Where are we?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"Our dorm room."

"Huh? What?" She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "How the hell did we get here?"

"No idea. The last thing I remember is leaving that club with those guys and…" she trailed off as her memory came back to her. "One of those guys kissed me and then Angel and Oz showed up…" She shook her. "Oh no."

"They fought those guys… one grabbed me and Oz… they must've brought us back here afterwards… then where the hell are they?" she began to scream and then grabbed her head in pain.

"They left again I guess," Buffy muttered, the pain in her voice evident.

"I can't think about this now," Willow said, lying back down. "I'll think about it when I can see straight."

Buffy nodded her agreement and within minutes they were asleep.

When they woke again, the room was shrouded in darkness. Rich smells of coffee assailed their noses. "Mmm coffee," Buffy bounded out of bed towards the coffee, tripping over a shoe as she went. Angel caught her and led her over to where he and Oz had set up their recovery kit. They had coffee, panadol, water, orange juice and bread.

"Nice panadol, very nice."

Oz got Willow out of bed and the two girls began the road to recovery. They just stared at each other while they slowly chewed their bread and drank their juice, completely ignoring the guys that were hovering nearby.

"Feeling better?" Willow asked.

"Ooh yeh. Much better!"

"Well at least we know how we got here."

"That we do."

"Why are they still here? Isn't it time for them to leave again?"

"I guess so. I mean they came, they helped, they leave. That's the way it happens doesn't it?"

Angel and Oz began to shift uncomfortably. The conversation was heading places they really didn't like. They began to move towards the door, eager to leave before the girls got hurt anymore.

Hearing the door close Buffy and Willow finally looked around their room. There was a single red rose on each of the beds. Willow picked hers up and threw it across the room. "Fuck them!"

Buffy grinned. "Tonight?"

"Let's do it again."

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