Morning at the Summers'.
Ohh, god. No way am I ever drinking again.
I'm halfway out of bed and onto the floor before I really wake up and then I hit the carpet. I lay there for a while, rubbing my eyes. Even with the curtains drawn, it's too bright. I crawl up and sit on all fours for a moment, getting my bearings. I'm home. I'm in my bed. It's Saturday morning. And then everything that happened yesterday comes rushing back. Me. Janice. Tucker. Spike. The drinking. The medallion. Tara. Faith.
"Oh, my god," I groan as I pull myself to my feet. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on my wall. I'm a wreck. Smeared glitter and mascara around my eyes, my hair a freakin' mess. I looked like I got into a fight with a truck and it kicked my ass. Awesome.
Whatever. Who's going to see me? Willow? She looks almost as bad sometimes. She's not a morning person either. I pull up my baggy pajama pants and shuffle downstairs. No one else is up yet. I stumble into the kitchen and peer into the fridge.
(Open to Willow, Tara, Xander, Faith and Spike.)
I'm halfway out of bed and onto the floor before I really wake up and then I hit the carpet. I lay there for a while, rubbing my eyes. Even with the curtains drawn, it's too bright. I crawl up and sit on all fours for a moment, getting my bearings. I'm home. I'm in my bed. It's Saturday morning. And then everything that happened yesterday comes rushing back. Me. Janice. Tucker. Spike. The drinking. The medallion. Tara. Faith.
"Oh, my god," I groan as I pull myself to my feet. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on my wall. I'm a wreck. Smeared glitter and mascara around my eyes, my hair a freakin' mess. I looked like I got into a fight with a truck and it kicked my ass. Awesome.
Whatever. Who's going to see me? Willow? She looks almost as bad sometimes. She's not a morning person either. I pull up my baggy pajama pants and shuffle downstairs. No one else is up yet. I stumble into the kitchen and peer into the fridge.
(Open to Willow, Tara, Xander, Faith and Spike.)