Disclaimers: Joss, Mutant blah blah own them. Not
me.
Comments: I have no plan, no idea what's going
on, if anything IS. I astound myself.
Thanks: To Pebblin, grrrrrowl! Beta babe extreme!
I'd like to point out the astute usage of 2, calm down people, yes 2,
semi-colons. What is the world coming to, eh?
Slayers Do Vegas III - Fairy Tales &
Real Life aka Oil and Water
'You know I've always wanted you, B...'
I move my hands through her hair and hold her face, pulling her mouth towards
mine.
Her warm breath feels like a touch on my lips.
I've waited so long for this.
So long.
'Oww!'
My eyes fly open as I feel the jab in my side.
What the Hell?
Where'd B's lips go?
Hold up... I was about to get lucky.
'Hey Snoozy Slayer, take a look up ahead!'
No, that's not what I want to do!
God damn it, I hate waking up from the good bits of dreams!
I want to close my eyes again and slip right back in where I left off!
Sometimes it doesn't work though.
Once Willow appeared, dressed as a stick of celery.
Kind of dampens the mood, you know?
What can I say, I don't write it.
If I did we'd all be talking Swedish and wearing PVC catsuits.
'Faith, LOOK!'
Look at wha... wow!
The sun has started to set as we are nearing Vegas.
And what I see before me takes my breath away.
I don't let on, I've got a rep to keep and all.
Up ahead the bright lights of LV blaze out.
It's like someone just picked up a chunk of LA and dumped it down in the middle
of the desert.
The colours look so... well just, wow!
Looks real pretty.
'Ok B, you win, that was worth being woken
up for. Next time don't poke so hard; wake me up with a kiss or something.'
I smile and wink.
Trying to do my, 'I'm so cool, check me out' act.
She slaps my leg, but her hand stays there just a fraction of a second too
long.
Ok, what was that about?
Wishful thinking again, Faith.
Let it go.
'With a kiss? Like sleeping beauty?'
'Yeah B, you can be my Prince Charming.'
Oh, so smooth.
No really Faith.
You moron!
'That's a role reversal. I thought you were
meant to be mine?'
Huh?
Me be HER Prince Charming?
What do I say to that?
Come on!?
Some slutty reply?
Some witty joke?
What do I say?
Shit.
I just smile and nod 'cause for the life of
me, I'm struck dumb.
That's cool though.
Her Prince Charming.
I know she's kidding.
She is, right?
Yeah, yeah, joking.
See, this is why I needed to get away.
I overanalyze everything she says to me.
Pick it clean until I can't find anymore double meanings.
What a way to live.
Still, I got to be her Prince, for like 30
seconds.
I smile and watch the lights of the big city
draw closer; can almost smell the money and sin from here.
Two of my favourite things.
And my other one?
Well that's sitting beside me, humming along to some tune on the radio.
I'm gonna like it here.
Nah, we're gonna like it here.