His mind tried to locate who had been the best man at their wedding eighteen years ago, but no that wasn't right, their wedding hadn't happened yet. They were still engaged. But he had picked a best man - sort of.

There was something ironic about it, because he was far from conventional and just picked whoever the hell he wanted.

There it is.

"Buffy Summers." The bartender - his bartender, his best friend. One who was distant in his memories, like he hadn't seen her for awhile, and maybe he hadn't.