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[callmegunn]

Clinking glasses of champagne I leaned back into the overstuffed cushions as the two of us cozied up closer to each other. "Tell me again how you saved the world Charles. I love the part where you take down Jasmine all by yourself." Tyra smiled at me the way only a supermodel can as I set down my glass, wrapping one arm around her

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[lornegreen]

Clearly, you would have thought I'd've learned my lesson by now that all night drinking binges would not leave me with a particularily sunny disposition in the morning. Having said that, wresting myself free from the clutches of an impending hangover was not going to be easy.

The first rays of morning sunshine split their way through my blinds, and I groaned and turned over in bed, burying my face in my pillows. There was no way in hell I was going to drag my sorry green ass out of bed before noon if I had anything to do with it. Not that anyone needed my help anyways. I was probably the last person they would call upon to take up arms if the phone rang. I mean, what was I going to do, provide the Stake-O-Rama soundtrack? Not likely.

My head was throbbing, (overindulgence in vodka will do that to you) but I silently hoped another round of Z's would allow yours truly to ride it out. Just when I thought I was about to nod off again, I hear a loud BOOM!"What on God's green earth..?" I mutter as I prop myself up. Sounded like it came

[callmegunn]

"Yeah, thats it Tyra, just like that. Your a dirty girl ain't ya?"

"Wha? In where?" Green dude is up to. So much for any fantasy time with Tyra. Bouncing out of bed I pull the door open.

Wait. Maybe I should of put something on over my boxers. Eh, doubt Lorne will mind.

"Yo jolly green. You hear one loud ass exploding sound a few minutes ago too? Cause it woke me up from one damn fine dream."

[lornegreen]

Groggily, I rubbed at the side of my face as Gunn opened the door. "Yeah, I heard it too, Slick," I half mumbled, my bloodshot eyes squinting at him wearily. "I thought it was coming from your room, but I guess I was wrong. Unless of course your dream was that good that it was accompanied by explosions, and then maybe in that case I don't want to know what it was about."

I gave him a wry look and sighed, starting to feel a bit nauseated from the hangover. More than likely, I was looking greener than usual. I tugged at the belt on my robe and groaned as I heard the noises of people all over the hotel. "Looks like this place is getting to be a bit crowded lately. Don't think I have the heart to be the entertainer to our new slew of guests."

[callmegunn]

"Hear that man, I'd rather go back to the days when we had the one good vamp on our team instead of the shower hoggin slayer types." And for real, what was up with the hour long bathroom rituals? If this wasn't a hotel I'd be crackin some skulls, slayer or not.

"Course at least you don't have to put up with anymore Barry Manilow being crooned at all hours." Shrugged and leaned against the doorframe. "Think anyone would miss us if we opened a portal to Pylea and got out of dodge?"