(Riley & Willow sit glummly on a sofa in the midst of the party)

RILEY: I can't believe it. I choked.

WILLOW: You really, really did.

RILEY: You don't understand. I'm good at things. That's what I do. Work hard, apply myself, get it done.

WILLOW: Well, you failed extremely well.

RILEY: That's a great comfort to me.

WILLOW: You need to relax. I mean, you're not proposing. You're just making contact, getting a reaction. Any reaction is ok, except projectile vomiting. But, what are the chances of that--

(A Dingoes Ate My Babies song comes on. Willow gets a horrificly depressed look.)

RILEY: Are you ok?

WILLOW: This song...

RILEY: Oh, yeah, it's a tape of some bands from last year's party. Associations?

WILLOW: Big.

RILEY: Bad? A.J.!

(He makes a cutting motion. A.J. changes the music ignoring the murmer of protest from the crowd.)

WILLOW: Thank you. Now go find Buffy.

RILEY: There's no hurry. I mean, if you want to talk.

WILLOW: No, I... I want you to find Buffy and tell her that I went home and not to worry about me. Which at least will give you something to say.

RILEY: Thanks.

WILLOW: You'll do fine.

• Buffy & Riley
• Willow & Oz

written by: Douglas Petrie; Original English Copyright (c) 1999 Jillian Tatterton; Visit the site: http://altern.org/Buffyiv. . Full transcript at:
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