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disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Rowling and Whedon. I'm just borrowing to suit my own sinister and perverted purposes.
shout: For dropversedevo_t for good picnicking.

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"Dude, you guys are so dead, yo."

This was said loudly. It jostled him from the very sound and hung-over sleep he'd been experiencing. Xander opened his eye, and for a moment, he panicked because he could not see. Then he realized his eye patch was on the wrong eye. He sighed at his momentary dumb spell. Then he moved it to look at Faith standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"What?"

Faith nodded her head at the bed he was sprawled in. Xander looked. Dawn was sprawled out next to him wearing just a black shirt. At least, he thought it was Dawn. Xander gasped. That sound caused the person on the other side of Dawn to sit straight up then grab his blonde head in pain. He groaned loudly. If he felt anything like Xander, the room had likely gone all spinny.

"Uhhhh." Draco Malfoy groaned. "What was that foul swill we partook of last night?"

"Mas tequila." Xander burped then groaned in disgust. "Then many, many beers. At least I think there was beer."

"You guys are so dead." Faith said again. "So very dead. In so much trouble. Big, huge trouble."

"Point duly noted." Draco scowled at her, then he noticed Dawn next to him. "Oh bloody hell." Then he looked at Xander. "Oh fuckit."

Faith chuckled heartily as she crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the door frame. "You better hope neither one of you did."

Dawn groaned. She rolled over and raked her brown hair out of her face. Xander was looking at her with a wide eye. Dawn gasped.

It took her a moment to even find words. "We... didn't."

"I dunno." Xander said, still looking quite alarmed. "No offense, but I really hope not. I've been through too much to die like this."

Draco cleared his throat. "You HAVE? Give me a damn break, Harris."

Dawn rolled over to look at him in surprise. "Omigod."

Faith snickered. "Trouble. It starts with T and that rhymes with B, and that stands for Buffy who is gonna so kick those asses."

"Will you just shut your cakehole for two seconds together?" Draco snapped. "My head hurts and I'm feeling a vomit coming on. Your infernal prattling and amusement is not helping."

"No way, sweet." Faith said. "This is just too much fun."

Dawn sniffed the shirt she had one, then looked at Draco. "I think this is your shirt. It smells like you."

Faith quit leaning against the door frame and stepped into the room. She picked something up off of the floor. It was a little white button. "I think someone tore all the buttons off of yours, D."

Xander let another juicy burp loose then groaned loudly. "Tequila evil."

Dawn sighed. "Beer bad."

"Well, it worked though. Quite effectively actually." Draco snapped.

Dawn and Xander peered at him.

"The fact that your sister will most certainly rip all my limbs off and beat me to death with them has certainly distracted me from the fact that Parkinson dumped me for soddin Potter."

Faith snorted with laugher.

"Oh piss off."

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