"Ha! Nothing makes one as vain as being told one is a sinner!" Someone on the movie shouts, and Oz lip syncs it.

"Oz?"

The shorter, currently pink-haired boy looks over at Xander with a start, "Huh?"

"How many times have you seen this movie?"

Oz smiles sheepishly and glances back at the movie. "Uh...A lot of times...Can you blame me?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't been watching it."

Oz laughs, "Sorry."

Xander stares at him still as he goes back to watching the movie. His lips are pursed, like he's trying *very* hard not to talk along with the characters. Xander forces himself not to laugh as the other boy gives up and starts mouthing the words again.

Xander tries to watch the rest of the movie, but, by now he is completely lost. When the credits roll Oz asks, "So? What did you think?"

"I think I'm gonna have to re-watch it in the morning...er...afternoon while you are asleep so I can concentrate."

Oz gets up off the battered couch, taking the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen saying, "Sorry." over his shoulder. Xander shakes his head and stands, stretching his arms high over his head, popping stiff muscles as he walks to the window. It's just about sunrise, and he figures it must be around six. The bandhouse living room is strewn with after-show paraphernalia. Guitar picks, Devon's tight purple shirt, several drumsticks of varying color. The other bandmembers were either upstairs, asleep, or still in places unkown with some groupie or another.

Xander feels an arm snake around his waist, and lets his arms drop, "Good show last night."

"Yeah." Oz agrees.

"You tired?"

"Yeah."

"Me too...I think I might head home."

Oz tightens his hold on Xander's waist, "You don't have to."

"I should, though. My parents might notice I'm gone...maybe. Can't have them finding out their son's a groupie for Sunnydale's hottest boyband, can I?"

"We are not a boy band." Oz growls playfully, "And if you have to go, go. But you know you can stay, whenever."

Xander nods and moves gently out of Oz's half-embrace, "I know, Oz. I'll see you tonight, OK?"

He grabs his jacket and goes to the door, but Oz stops him, pulling him down for a soft kiss, then leans into his ear, "The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history."

"What was that?" Xander askes, his hand resting on the doorknob.

"Watch the movie."