[NSFW] Co-written with gr8muppetyodin

Despite the size of the palace Juliette lived in with her Prince, it didn't take long for Rory to feel claustrophobic. The deep and meaningful post-coital conversation with Juliette had been more than Rory had talked about his past in a long time and he was restless in the wake of it. He had sent Buffy a text message, telling her he was going back into the city to find a bar. He needed a drink and he needed to be away from creatures of the night, even just for a few hours. What he hadn't expected was Buffy to come pounding down the ornate stairs and intercept him in the foyer demanding he take her with her. Rory had merely raised an eyebrow, but agreed anyway. He would interrogate her about it later.

Now they were in a pub in Paris, and it was right up Rory's alley. It was British-style pub run by English ex-pats, so it had Scottish lager and Rory was in his element. He was onto his fourth pint already and as he stubbed his cigarette out into the ashtray sitting on the bar before him next to a bowl of peanuts, he glanced at Buffy who was sitting beside him nursing a fruity drink of some sort. "Aye, alright, lassie. Spill," he finally demanded.

Buffy scrunched up her nose as she looked at Rory, and thought about either sticking her tongue out at him, or flicking the fruit off the toothpick at his face. She had matched him for the number of drinks, the cocktails doing exactly what she wanted without the god awful taste of whiskey. She'd wanted to be drunk, and she was. She was not the responsible Slayer in this city. She didn't have to look after Slayerettes or patrol, or do anything. She'd only come to check on Blaise and now she had - what other commitment did she have? She definitely wasn't going to get a commitment off the Kindred. She just seemed to wind up more confused after talking - and making out - with him.

( Not to mention the pent up sexual energy... )


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