First, at Tiffany’s hide out, and then as she peacefully slept at their camp. The medicine had kicked in quickly, and she was fast asleep in no time. He, on the other hand, spent the remainder of the morning resting against the solid tree trunk, trying to force himself to stay awake and alert. The amount of alcohol that he had drank earlier in the night made it difficult though. Everything about his tired body screamed, fall asleep, fall asleep. He desperately wanted to allow himself to fall into a blissful slumber, but each time he started to doze he awoke with a jolt, expecting to find Spike standing in front of him. By mid-morning, exhausted and discouraged, he wished he had just put Spike in his place the night before. If it hadn’t been for the trouble it would cause Angelina, he would have. It was an unwritten rule that you did not mess with anyone else’s camp, and the fact that Spike had disturbed his was a very bad sign. It spoke of his state of mind. It also pissed Blaze off to no end.
