Disclaimers: Joss owns all BTVS characters. Not me.
Title: It's from my nail varnish pot. My imagination is limited. Forgive me.
Me: I own all other characters in this fic. Do not take them. Ta.
Dedications: To everyone who's still here from the beginning. Well done!
 
Lucy's POV
 
Slayers Do Total Recall XXI [21] - Nailslicks
 
 
'Did you fry my mom's carpet, Lucy? She'll kill me if...'
 
'No, I arrived outside and walked through your walls, which I have to say have been built very well... Anyway, long story short. Here I am. Nothing's scorched. So, you're not wearing that for your date tonight are you? Please, spare Faith the shame of her neighbours seeing you arrive!'
 
I wouldn't clear a coffee spill up with the top she's got on.
 
'What's wrong with it? It's nice!'
 
'Sure; if you're in an old people's home and are squishing your cereal with your gums! Let me look at your clothes. No! Tell me these aren't your clothes! Tell me, please; say this is your collection of stuff to go to the charity shop.'
 
She glares at me; oh, don't laugh at her Lucy, she's all young and sweet.
She'll be better in ten years.
 
'Get your Devily hands, off, my, clothes!'
 
'Clothes? You call these clothes? When we wrote the Bible we had Jesus in a better dress than this!'
 
'Jesus was in a dress?'
 
'Well, yes. Hasn't translated well over the years, but it was a dress with frills on the bottom. You should get Elle to show you the original version of it one day, it's a scream; well my bits are, hers are a little on the bleak side.'
 
Save me; is this a top?
Give me two seconds alone and I'd reduce the whole lot to ashes.
 
'Give me that back, that's my favourite! Look, Lucy, I don't have time for this. I'm late already. Go away, I need to change! I mean it, or I'm calling Elle.'
 
'Oh no, please, no, anything but that! Save me! Elle is the all powerful Lord, she'll crush me! Blah. Blah. Blah.'
 
'I'm. Late! Get out of my room so I can change.'
 
Well what a silly reason.
I throw myself on her bed.
Ooo, soft and squishy, just like her.
 
'Look, blondie, my eyes are closed. I won't peak. Shaved your legs for your date then? Don't want Faithy thinking you've let yourself go now, do you?'
 
'I get them waxed every month, sex or not. I mean, not that the sex is the reason I have them waxed, because it's not. No way, well not in the last few months. I could have saved loads of... hey, shut up and go away!'
 
Oh, this is so much fun.
I don't know why people think the Devil goes round eating puppies?
Not when I can do this all day.
 
Let's really have some fun then.
 
'You and Faithy not getting down and dirty then? You need me to loosen you up before the big date? I'm good at that. I'll give you an extra large notch on my bedpost if you let me. Go on. Please?'
 
She throws a towel at me, just missing my head.
Sorry, it wasn't a towel, it was a; skirt?
This is a skirt?!
Horrendous, really.
 
'I do not need loosening! I'm loose already. Not loose that way. I mean, I'm plenty ready for the sex. I don't mean I've been getting ready for the sex, if there's even going to be any. What I mean...'
 
'No, Stop it. I'm going! I'll bother Elle. Your mouth is making my brain hurt. You need to rest if for tonight, anyway. What's this?'
 
I wave the offending item in my hands, in front of her.
 
'It's a camera. Derr!'
 
'Thought so. Take some snaps when you get it on later for my wall at work will you; yes?'
 
'Get! Out!'
 
'Fine I'm going. Good luck with your date, blondie. Remember; matching underwear and file your nails down. Don't want you damaging my girl.'
 
'She's my girl!!'
 
'For now. Ciao, sweetness.'
 
Buffy's POV
 
No, she's left a mark on my carpet!
Mom's going to kill me!
 
Maybe I should file my nails down.
They've sort of grown a bit since the last time we... wow, when was that?
What if I don't know what to do?!
Listen to me.
She asked you round for dinner, Lucy's trying to stir things up.
Still; I should file them down, just in case.
I remember Faith being all nervous asking at the beach.
At the way she touched me, which she hasn't done in sooo long.

Then it hits me; the full force of what tonight is, and I think I'm going to pass out.

I know I thought I knew, but it is; it really, really is.

Faith wants to hit a home run!?