Willow sighed as she entered her old room, back in her house, and looked around. She was completely exhausted from the night's events. One minute she was escaping to the coffee shop to let Buffy and Riley "talk," and the next thing she knew, Angel had popped up out of nowhere and had grabbed her. Naturally, her first instinctive thought was that he had become evil again and had come back to kill everyone, but that suspicion was thoroughly squashed the moment she got a good look at his eyes.

Unfortunately, it only went downhill from there.

Angel began asking all sorts of questions about Riley: who he was, how he knew Buffy, what their relationship was, whether he was a nice guy, whether Buffy was seeing him, what she'd thought of him, whether or not he was a demon, and so forth.

After escorting Angel to a small bar down the street so that Buffy wouldn't see him, Willow attempted reasoning with him. It took her nearly two hours to answer all the answerable questions and deftly avoid the touchy subjects. Angel didn't even seem to notice. He quickly became wrapped up in his whole "she's moved on--it's a good thing" deal, and his "I could never give her what she deserves" brooding trip.

Then he ordered a drink. And another and another. Again, Willow tried reasoning with him and comforting him, only to have him snap at her and consume yet another drink. Finally becoming frustrated to the point of violence, Willow decided it would be better for her to leave and let Angel sulk.

Now that she was back in her old room and away from the brooding vampire, and everything else, Willow felt fractionally better. The tension began seeping away as she glanced around at all of her old things, mostly untouched. Not that she was surprised, though, considering her parents were almost always out of town and would never have even had the time to clean out her room.

Her thoughts inevitably drifted back to Oz, and how he had just left. She felt herself growing depressed yet again, but this time, the fresh memory of a drunken vampire came to the front of her mind. Wondering if that was how all of her friends perceived her actions, Willow made an internal pact with herself to shape up or else. Though she wasn't quite sure what the "or else" would be, considering she was the one initiating the threat.

So she turned on the radio to help herself relax.

"Hey, buddy!" the man behind the counter called out to the lone figure dressed in black and huddled at a corner table nursing a bottle of whiskey, "you done yet or what? I gotta close soon. And restock," he mumbled the last part to himself.

Sucking up the last drops of alcohol the bottle had to offer him, Angel stood up and staggered slightly over to the man. "Yeah, I'm finished here," he told him, pulling out a few bills and paying for his drinks, "Thanks."

Accepting the cash rather ungraciously, he replied, "Yeah, whatever. Just don't get in a wreck and come back and sue me for oversupplying or something."

"Won't," Angel called over his shoulder as he exited the bar. As soon as the clean air hit him, he realized that he really didn't have any place to go. Quickly scanning his options, he figured there was only one place he really wanted to be right now. And he knew exactly where that one place was.

Letting the music wash away her tension, Willow swayed around the room, cleaning one thing or another or rearranging something else. The music had done a lot to lift her spirits, and she enjoyed dancing in the privacy of her own home. That was, until a voice called out from her balcony, "Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon--"

Running to the balcony doors, Willow hastily threw them open to see an even more drunken vampire standing there grinning. "Hey, Will!" Angel called out, stepping forward as if to enter her room.

"How did you know I was here?!" Willow practically yelled, not wanting to deal with this again.

"Where else would a frustrated, broken-hearted, young college girl go?" Angel asked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Advancing further, Angel suddenly found that he had run up against the invisible barrier. "Damn!" he swore childishly, "almost forgot about that." Looking up at Willow's incredulous face, he asked sweetly, "Invite me in?"

Upon seeing the gleam in Angel's eyes, the gleam that most certainly held a promise of mischief, Willow quickly shook her head. "Angel, you're drunk," she reminded him, "just go back to the mansion or something and get some rest."

"But I don't want to go back to the mansion," he half-whined, "I wanna stay here."

"Well I don't want you here. You're just gonna brood all night," Willow snapped, her tone harsher than she had intended it to be.

Seeing the gleam in Angel's eyes suddenly die down, Willow mentally kicked herself and tried to save some face. "I didn't mean--"

"It's okay," Angel interrupted her, "I'll go." Leaping quickly off the balcony, Angel disappeared into the night before Willow could say another word.

Sighing in self-recrimination, Willow turned around and closed the balcony doors, still beating herself up about hurting Angel's feelings.

After turning off the radio, Willow threw herself onto her bed and listened for a change to the silence. But that, too, was suddenly broken when an all-too-familiar voice began singing from the lawn, "I'm a desperado, underneath your window, I see your silhouette, are you my Juliet? I feel a mad connection with your body. Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon..."

Leaping off the bed in a panic, Willow once again threw open the doors and ran outside, peering over the edge of the balcony and scanning desperately for the source of the annoying voice. Spotting him dead ahead, Willow berated herself for not knowing that it would take a lot more than hurt feelings to get rid of drunken vampire.

Willow tried whispering to him to be quiet, knowing that his sensitive hearing would pick up the sound, but he only continued, "I wanna be your lover, your only vampire lover--"

She spoke to him again, louder this time, "Angel, shut up!"

"--We'll go around the world in a day, don't say no, no, shake it my way, oh--"

"Angel! Would you be quiet?!" she yelled.

"--shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon--"

"Argh! Angel, get up here!"

"--Hola amiga, hola amiga, you'rr my temple of desire, we'll go around the world in a day, don't say no, no, shake it my way, oh--"

"Hey, you freak!" A new voice suddenly interrupted the both of them--Willow recognized it as that of their crabby neighbor--"you better shake your bon-bon outta my way or there's definitely gonna be some flyin' around the world! People are tryin' to sleep, you fool!"

"Nyeh, same to you, buster!" Angel called back.

Smacking her hand over her forehead, Willow called out once again, "Angel, you're invited in! Now get up here and shut up!"

Even from that distance, Willow could see the grin of triumph spread over Angel's face, and she briefly wondered what she had gotten herself into.

Before she had a chance to react, Angel had propelled himself up onto her balcony and into her room, still singing, though more quietly, "You're a marta hari, I wanna know your story, In the Sahara sun, I wanna be the one--"

Following in after him and closing the doors, Willow rushed up to Angel and placed a hand over his mouth to forcefully stop him from singing anymore.

"You don't want me to serenade you?" Angel asked suddenly, innocently, as if he had just gotten the picture.

"No, Angel," Willow responded in an exasperated voice, "I don't want you to serenade me."

"Oh. Well then why didn't you just say so?" Angel questioned.

Feeling her temper rise again, Willow asked with a forceful calm, "Why are you here?"

Sobering up for a brief instant, Angel replied, "To apologize for my actions tonight."

"You call that an apology?!" Willow burst out without thinking. Angel just grinned, saying, "I though you'd enjoy a little good music."

"Good music, yes, but not that!"

 "Little girl, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were insulting me," Angel's eyes drew to playful slits.

"Oh, forget it," Willow breathed, "apology accepted. Just don't ever do it again."

"Done," Angel answered happily, "so now what?"

"I have no idea," Willow told him frankly, "I was originally planning a me-by-myself night, but somehow, I don't think that'll be happening tonight."

"Oh, well, I could always sing some more--"

"No! That's okay, Angel," Willow stopped him with a hand over his mouth once again, "how about we talk?"

"Okay, talk is good. About what?"

"Let's start with why you're here."

"To apologize."

"I mean in Sunnydale."

"For Buffy."

"What about Buffy?"

"In trouble."

"What sort of trouble?"

"Don't know."

"Argh! Angel, am I gonna get more than two words out of you at a time?"

"Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon--" he began.

"Nevermind! I'll stick with the two words!" Willow hastily changed her mind, wondering how long it took for alcohol to leave an immortal's system. "How 'bout this," she tried again, "you stay here for the night, and we'll talk in the morning. Sound good?"

"Sounds good."

"Good. There's a guest room down the hall..." Willow suddenly trailed off at the look on Angel's face, "now what?"

"I don't get to sleep here?"

"No, you can't sleep here! This is my room!"

"So?"

"So, I sleep here."

"Well, surely you don't sleep on both the bed and the chair at the same time?" Angel asked, mockingly.

Sighing, Willow answered, "No, Angel, I don't."

"Good," Angel stated, leaping forward and landing on her bed. After snuggling underneath the covers, he tossed her a pillow and called out, "Night!" after which he promptly rolled over and closed his eyes.

Having caught the pillow, Willow stood there, dumbfounded, wondering to herself how Buffy could have ever fallen in love with him. Cursing to herself about chivalry truly being dead, Willow stomped down the hall to the guest room while the faint sound of Angel still singing reached her ears, "Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon..."