Lights and Leaving

After the last of the party members left our apartment, the rest of our merry little party began the long and intense process of cleaning up. I decided that I didn't care to pick up the trash, therefore I set myself to the task of taking down the twinkle-lights that I had put up myself earlier that day. So I shrugged off the leather jacket and red shirt to start pulling down the lights. Strand by strand I began to wind around my waist just to keep things interesting…and so I would trip over them.

"Hey, is has anyone seen Andrew lately?" asked Kennedy from the kitchen.

Everyone took a moment to look up from where they were working to see if a skinny drunken twit was anywhere to be seen.

"Nope!" echoed everyone after a few seconds. It wasn't like anyone would bother with a guy whose name was difficult to remember.

So on went the night of clean up. Well, most of it was clean up, the other half was goofing around while listening to the loud speakers pour out silly music. I got myself tangled in the twinkle lights and when Xander tried to be the Super Hero and get me out he only twisted himself up worse than I had! So it was a group effort to untangle the both of us.

It was only until the next morning that we found poor Andrew passed out in the bathtub of the second floor.

"Goodmorning sleepy-head." Whispered Buffy as she held out a glass of bubbling fizz towards the rather green looking Andrew.

"Oh please don't raise your voice. I think someone ran over my head and I'm still conscience." With one hand he covered his eyes and with the other reached for the glass.

"Careful not to spill it." Warned Buffy as she got up and turned for the door. "You had better hurry up and shower before the others wake up and kick you out."

She was only met with a loud groan and a load THUD as Andrew had rolled himself out of the tub and over the side to land face down on the tile floor.

"You know he's going to lie there all day Buff." I chided my older sister as we made our way down stairs.

"No he won't." she smiled.

"Oh and how do you know that?" I scrutinized her carefully with a growing smile teasing at the corners of my mouth.

"I had Willow whip up a pretty batch of happy-sleepies this morning." She was still smiling to herself.

"So what does that mean, oh wondrous Buffy?"

"It means that all we have to do is drag him out of the bathroom in about five minutes and put him on the couch in the second floor guestroom! That way he can sleep it off and not be in the way." She was beaming at her brilliants of handling the situation.

"So what are we keeping him out of the way for? If this lowly mortal can ask?" I made a funny face towards her and she laughed.

"Oh Dawn, I thought we would discuss us going back to Sunnydale?"