*Chapter Fourteen: Thursday*
The only thought I had when I came to was - oh god how has this happened again – my head was killing, I felt like the room was spinning and I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. Not daring to move I lay as still as I could and tried to remember how I had let myself get into this state again.
Leaving the hotel last night we headed out to meet the rest of the group for drinks, arranged by Giles, for our last night in Paris. Giles had made reservations for us all at The Ice Kube, which is an urban ice bar in Montmartre Sacré-Cœur area and the only one of its kind in Paris. Arriving at the bar we were all handed a winter parka and a pair of gloves which was a source of much amusement, Spike particularly looked extremely cute in his coat and I was so glad I managed to snap a pic of him, even if he was scowling in it. I started think a big part of my current state was down to the unlimited free vodka you get as part of the half hour you are given in the bar. We got into the spirit of things at the bar and managed to get plenty of pictures of our group drinking out of ice glasses whilst sitting atop ice furniture which was a right laugh.
It was so nice to see the whole class together as it was the first time we had seen a lot of people since we had all caught the coach Saturday morning. It was the first time I had seen Drusilla all trip, despite her sharing a room with Harmony I had luckily managed to avoid spending anytime with her. We had quite a giggle at her sullen dark looks encased in her massive parka and gloves, she looked hilarious. According to Harmony after her scene on the couch on Saturday, Giles had kept her under strict supervision to make sure she was getting on with her work in Paris; I guessed this had something to do with her more than usual sullen expression. Unfortunately her gaze was cast on us for most of the half hour in the bar, due to the massive public displays of affection between Faith and Xander, neither who noticed a thing.
When our half hour was up in The Ice Kube, our group, Faith, Xander, Willow, Oz, Spike, Harmony and I headed to La Machine which is a three-floor bar/club/live venue with an awesome Alice in Wonderland-style décor. Regrettably this was all I could remember of our big night out; my memory was rather hazy after this point. – Vodka Bad! –
Groaning out loud I threw my arms over my eyes and my elbows collided with a very hard chest and my eyes shot open, which I instantly regretted as the sun was streaming in threw the window. I still managed a small smile to myself as I remembered that Spike was finally mine. I instantly buried my face into his hard chest and groaned again, which caused Spike to chuckle and put his arms around me.
"Did I completely make an arse out of myself last night again?" I asked with my voice somewhat muffled in Spikes chest.
"I wouldn't say that…" Spike said tailing off, desperately trying to hold back a laugh.
"Oh god what did I do." I said looking up into his eyes.
"Well there were some interesting dance moves…"
"Shit!" I replied burying my head again.
"I wouldn't worry about it luv." Spike whispered, hugging me tightly.
"Hmm, what's the time babe?" I said looking around trying to spot a clock, watch or phone.
Spike leaned over to my bedside table to retrieve his phone and said "Ten to ten."
"We better get a move on; we've got to catch the coach at eleven." I said making a move to get out of bed, instantly wishing I hadn't bothered as a wave of nausea hit me and I rushed to the bathroom.
I felt awful. I wanted the world to stop spinning. I needed to get my head off my porcelain pillow and have a shower. Using the rim of the toilet I lifted myself off the floor and onto my feet. I finally managed to steady myself, turned on the shower and stepped inside. The water didn't do much in the way of soothing my pounding headache though but at least it soothed my aching over danced limbs.
Once I was finished in the shower I walked back to Faith's and my room to find Faith packing my suitcase.
"Hey B, how you feeling?"
"Like death! You don't have to do that," I said pointing at my suitcase "It should be my punishment or something."
"Na, don't worry about it, I've already done mine. Just focus on getting ready, the coach will be here in twenty."
I then noticed that she had laid out my favourite hoody and matching bottoms "God I love you."
Faith laughed in reply "Don't let Spike hear you say that! You can just owe me a beer."
"Urgh don't even mention beer, I'm never drinking again." I retorted, pulling my head through my hoody.
"Yea, yea, we'll see at the next Dingoes gig." She sniggered, zipping up my suitcase and placing it on the floor. "Ready to go?"
"All set." I replied, as I tied my hair into a bun. I really didn't feel like I could face the noise of the hairdryer this morning.
Faith and I joined the long queue of people waiting for the elevator and I silently cursed the fact that there was only one small one in the whole hotel. When we finally made it to reception and handed in our key, the coach had already arrived. In no time I was slumping into the seat next to Spike and he pulled me into his arms.
"Sorry about this morning, I promise it's all of my system now." I whispered pulling him in for a chaste kiss.
"Don't worry about it luv, it happens to the best of us." Spike replied squeezing my shoulders.
"Except you, you mean. I swear you are never hung-over!" I replied grumpily. Spike just laughed in reply.
It didn't take long for the rest of the group to file onto the coach and in no time we were on the move. I was fighting sleep as I stared out wistfully at the streets of Paris, missing it already. When we reached the outskirts of the city I lost my battle and fell into a deep a peaceful sleep.
Opening my eyes I expected to see French countryside rolling by however I was startled to see English countryside instead. I felt Spike kiss the top of my head, acknowledging that I was awake and I stretched out my aching limbs and moved in for a hug.
"God, how long was I asleep for?"
"A good four or five hour's luv, you must have needed it."
"Must have, sorry I haven't been good company."
"Not at all, I love watching you sleep." I smiled at him in response and stared out of the window.
"I miss Paris." I said with a pout.
"We'll go back one day." Spike said, following my gaze out the window and resting his chin on top of my head.
I kissed Spike soundly in response and as the many spires of Oxford came into view I cuddled further into his arms and I honestly thought life couldn't get much better than this.
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