I know it is the day after St. Patrick's Day, but here it is. This is set in my AU where Willow and Xander where married with a daughter Violet until Anya came back and destroyed their marriage. Oh and Spike and Buffy are married.

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into going to a St. Patrick's Day Party." Willow sighed to Buffy.

"It's not like you were doing anything besides brooding at home." Buffy countered. "Besides with your red-hair every guy in this bar is going to want to make out with you because they think your Irish. It's the one-day a year redheads get more action than blondes. It's tradition."

"But after Xander."

"Will, you are not to blame for him cheating on you with Anya. You deserve to live again. Just for one night. For me."

"Alright, but I swear I'll tell Spike every secret you've ever told me if a word of this gets out."

"Stake to the Heart, besides after this many years together Spike knows most of my secrets anyway."

"Yeah, I bet he does."

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Hours later Buffy pulls Willow off the thirtieth guy she had kissed since her binge drinking had started. "Will, come on it's late. Spike promised to take care of Violet until sunrise, but he needs to get some sleep. We all need some sleep."

"Then go home. Who's stopping you? Oh god."

"What's wrong?"

"That's what I said to Dawn the night I almost killed her after I went to Rack's. Buffy what's happening to me?"

"Come on I'll get you home."

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"How's Red?" Spike asked Buffy as she was coming downstairs after having put Willow into their guestroom.

"Not good. Xander hurt her pretty bad. Tonight I think just made all the pain come to the surface. She really thinks it was her fault."

"I would never cheat on you."

"I know that. I just wish we could do something."

"Well the last time we tried to speed up Red's grieving process we were almost married, the first time. Not that I'm complaining, but a hurt witch is not a good thing to mess with."

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"How right ye are." The leprechaun at the window smiled. "But with the wee little drop of shamrock I put in her beer the witch's heart will mend. Kissing all those lads tonight didn't hurt her any either."