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Kennedy turned to see Angel's kid. She always had trouble remembering his name. Even more so now, what with liqour being in her system and all. Kevin? Connell? Courntey? She smiled.

"We were getting ready to head out. The waitress said they were closing for the day....err night, I dunno."

Kennedy motioned Phoenix to get up.

"Come on, girl! The night is young and ours to play with!" Her eyes glanced at Angel's son once more. "You wanna join us?"

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Buffy finished checking out Drusilla's empty crypt, wondering with uneasiness just where the hell the newly ensouled vampire was that night, then checked her watch. Time to go, she thought, the saw something move about 100 yards away. Whatever it was ducked behind a crypt, and Buffy quickly advanced, catching a glimpse of what looked like silky brown hair highlighted by the moonlight.
"Crap. It's cranky Faith. The new and improved version," she muttered. Things with Faith had been... well, pretty weird after the Hellmouth in California had been covered. She and Faith had actually been getting along, which was... well, pretty weird. Buffy grinned. But now Faith was getting back to her bitchy rude roots... and perversely, Buffy couldn't be happier. She liked the relationship they had - she knew she could ultimately trust the other Slayer - but they were never gonna be buds again. And really, that suited Buffy just fine. Last thing she needed was another friend to let down.
She shook off the mood and continued along the path that Faith had taken.

Kennedy did a little jog in place motion. The night was theirs to dominate, to enjoy, to devour. Maybe not devour, but she was pumped for a good time. Her energy slowed down once Phoenix reminded her about Buffy and her trip.

“Oh yea, where was she going again?” The paused felt like forever. “Nevermind. But we should go.”

Kennedy noticed a slight change in Phoenix. That’s not good. Two girl that were having such a good time should not change simply because a guy showed up. She rested her hand on Phoenix’s shoulder. Her lips leaned closely to Phoenix’s ear.

“A pretty little number such as yourself should smile more often. It makes everything better, plus it makes your eyes sexy.” Her words were soft, lingering with playfulness. She hoped Angel’s son did not hear her. Conny? Cordal? Connor? Connor! Kennedy finally remembered his name. Huh, she must not be as drunk as she thought.

Kennedy’s smile was lighting her moment and made her feel like life was good and everything was okay. Thank you, Phoenix for caring. As she was ready to walk back to the mansion, Kennedy glanced at a nearly parked car. She froze as the passenger in the car stared back at her. All of a sudden, in that moment, her body had just reminded her how much she drank and how sick she should be. The chills of betrayal gripped her whole body as the man responsible locked back into her. Everything seemed heavier than before, darker, less pleasant. Her smile was gone, her happy energy vanished. Please don’t, she thought as she glanced at the driver’s seat. Her heart sank into an abyss.

“Not now, this is unbelievable,” she thought. No, she didn’t think it; she said it. Dammit. Kennedy started to walk off. In her mind, she was walking; to everyone else, Kennedy was stomping.

The night shadows lingered closer, as if to embrace the blonde-hair woman. Slowly, the shadows became darker, almost tangible. The outlines of this tangible creature grew in imense size as crimson eyes glared at her. A heavy sigh exited from where the mouth would be. Finally, the creature stepped away from the shadows, reavealing itself to the woman. It was the Gauru from the other night.

The beast sniffed the air and growled a bit. It stared at her.

"What game are you playing? Allying with the enemy, are you? Where is the communicator? I must know if you are befriend us or them!"

He sounded like a hungry beast, ready to devour its prey. He had already labelled the blonde one as such. To him, she was a treat, but he was not allowed to attack anyone. Not until they have been stopped.

He glanced at her again, sniffing her hair, watching it move swiftly in an upward direction.

Kennedy closed her eyes as if trying hard to see her thoughts. All she could see was Willow and Oz. Why is this still bothering her so much? She was having such a good time. She was laughing again, smirking again, and even smiling with a twinkle of her old self. Of course, Kennedy loved Willow. But, I guess, what goes around comes around. Her pace slowed down when she was beginning to think about Phoenix. Oh god, Phoenix. She heard Connor from behind her, so her pace stopped completely.

"What, Connor? I thought we were going to see Buffy and say 'adios' to her and whoever is leaving this place to forget." Her eyes locked in with his. Her breathing seemed to kill her every time she inhaled and exhaled a bit more. "Because that's why she's leaving, isn't it? To forget this mess. To forget the problems and the complications that adds on to this job." Her firmness in her voice only deepened and created more anger. "Because she's leaving to forget her problems, her issues that haunt her. Well, what about us, huh? What aobut our problems and our issues? Doesn't that mean we have the right to escape from our own problems?" Kennedy could only hear her heavy breathing for a moment or two as the silence embraced the darkness of the night. "Why can't I escape all of this?" Her eyes then looked beyond Connor and toward what shouldbe Phoenix. She has been so good to her, she didn't deserve this. "Why can't we getting away from all of this and just.....be...?"

Oz nodded as he opened the car door. He got out and tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Sure, Phoenix, is it? What's up?"

Oz glanced at Willow as she jogged over toward Kennedy. He knew it had to be done. Kennedy and Willow had to talk it out, duke it out, whichever outcome they chose. He turned back toward the girl in front of him.

"Is this about Kennedy?" His voice was a bit whisperish as he tried not to look at Kennedy.