There's a difference between telling a happy story, and then shattering it for dramatic purposes, vs. only putting in something happy for the purpose of shattering it.

Unfortunately, it seems like they've caught on to the rules too. Darn them. ;)

Unless you're Riley and Sam. :P

Didn't you hear? Sam went ahead and got that female-to-male operation, and dumped Riley for a sweet little transgendered torch singer. Riley's currently a manwhore in Rio, sucking dick in exchange for... that other sucking. He occasionally gets very drunk, calls Buffy, and sings, "I can love you like that! I would give you my world! Move heaaaven and eeeeaaarth if you were my girl!" Then she hangs up on him, and his pimp takes his slurred grumblings about "ass-face" as an invitation.

No, seriously. Sam was a robot. Couldn't you tell?

And lesbian sex is wonderful and holy, since it's pure Womyn Power untainted by nasty violent male sexuality, and can only be destroyed by the mean nasty misogynist and his big phallic gun.

Help! I'm drowning in a sinkhole of irony! *climbs out*

*falls back in* It's so true, though! Not even magic roofie rape can sully the wonder of singy-floaty-girlsex.

*climbs out again* *shakes self like a dog*

caia