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Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

My head feels about six sizes too big.

Also, I stink.

"This is why only losers drink alcohol."

Gack! Noise!

I open my eyes a tiny amount. I'm lying on the sofa and Dawn's on the chair watching me. The light from the hall is hurting my eyes so I close them again.

"Your head caught fire when I opened the door, but you'd passed out at the bottom of the steps so that's in no way my fault."

Please stop speaking Platelet, it hurts.

"Willow helped me dump you on the couch. I heard you're not supposed to let drunk people lie down, but she said that's in case they pass out and inhale their own puke and that you wouldn't do that since you don't breathe."

Typical, the time she choses to come out of her shell and gets all talkative is the time her every word is like hot needles stabbing my eyeballs.

"She also used a spell to clear up your barf, since there's no way I was touching that. Hugely gross. I nearly trod in it. I was this close to barfing myself! Willow sounded way disgusted with you. She didn't want to leave me with you, but I faked her out so she'd leave because I have to show you something."

My eyes are still closed, but I can smell her come nearer. Stupid predator senses. Why do humans sweat so damned much anyway? To another human she'd probably smell fine, but to a vamp with a hangover? Ugh! I think I may hurl again.

"Can you regain the power of speech soon? I found a spell that I think may bring Buffy back and I need to discuss it with someone who isn't going to freak."

Oh thank Christ, she's moving away. My stomach unclenches slowly. Those damned deoderants just add another layer of smell to - spell? What fucking spell?


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