"Bad idea, Tar, trust me," Faith said, tapping the whiskey bottle. "I mean, don't you think, out of all the Scoobies, that I know what I'm talkin' about?"

Tara nodded, then downed her shot like a pro. And choked.

Faith rubbed her back. "Listen, I'll lug you home, and I'll hold your hair while you spew. But this is a bad idea."

Tara fumbled for the bottle and refilled her shot glass. "I need someone to make it better."

"Yeah," Faith said, "I can do that too. But it's still--"

"A bad idea," Tara finished. "But at least it's mine."

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November 27, 2004