Disclaimers: Joss owns them. Not me. I lay claim to nothing! No harm intended.
 
Rating: *Thinks* Don't know. Oh, NC-17, just because I like the way it looks, it reminds me of the numbers printed on the side of Voyager!
 
Comments: I have no idea where this story is going, or if it will ever end? I'm leaning towards planning my next fic. Lol.
 
Titles: Can you guess that I don't do these very well!
 
Slayers Do Vegas XIII- It's all About the Chi-Chi's, baby

 

'B? Please, just kill me!'
 
I virtually fall onto the wall outside the Hilton.
I don't know how much more of this I can take!
 
'Don't even go to the place where you tell me you didn't LOVE the Star Trek exhibit! Live long and prosper, Faith.'
She holds her hand up to me and does that stupid Spock sign.
 
'I loved being told by a fuckin' Klingywhatever to cheer up! Almost rammed his ceremonial sword up his...'
 
'Klingon! He was a Klingon!'
She interrupts me, telling me something I really don't care all that much about.
 
'Yeah, well he clung on, alright. Think he wanted to meet you outside for some warrior practice, if ya know what I mean.'
I wiggle my eyebrows at her, and she just laughs and sits down next to me.
He did though, he kept talking to her about fuckin' Star Crap.
Flirting all over her!
Lucky I didn't pan his face in.
 
'He was sweet! He gave me his number, look!'
 
She waves a little Hilton card in front of me.
I want to pull it out of her hand and rip it to shreds.
Fuckin' asshole!
Hang on, she took it though?
 
Oh.
 
Where was I when he gave her his number?
Like you expected anything else, Faith?
She's straight, remember, dumb ass.
He's a guy, she's a girl?
Kind of how things work, well for most people.
 
'You got his number? That's... cool, you know. If you want to go out with someone who dresses up like an idiot all day long. Not my thing, but whatever floats your boat, B.'
 
'I don't HAVE a boat to float, Faith!'
She nudges an elbow softly into my ribs.
 
Great, she's gonna go out with that freak.
Now I wish I'd never brought her along.
At least when I was back in SunnyHell I could just not watch her doing this sort of shit.
What you don't see can't hurt you, right?
 
'Whatever, B.'
 
I feel like someone sucked every ounce of 'good mood' out of me.
'Cause I ain't feeling to happy now.
Damn it.
 
Stop deluding yourself, then Faith!
GET OVER HER!
 
'That was a very flat, whatever. You run out of calories or something, Faith? You only ate 2 hours ago, surprised you can still stand!'
 
She grabs my hand and pulls me up off the wall.
Damn it, don't touch me!
I manage to pull away from here and pretend to look for something in my pocket.
 
'Let's get something to eat then, whatcha fancy, B?'
 
Least we can get off the topic of that idiot who asked her out.
 
She moves up real close to me and smiles, a naughty smile though.
Whatcha gonna say, B?
Can feel something bad's gonna slip out of your mouth.
 
'What do I fancy? Well it's not that Klingon, Faith.'
She tears the card up in front of me and lets all the pieces float to the floor.
 
'You'll get fined for littering, B.'
I had to say something!
Now I sound like Miss Do-Goody, Red!
I'm not gonna read anything into her flirting though, not worth getting let down.
 
She just smiles, loops an arm through mine, squeezing gently.
 
'Taco?'
 
'Sure. I've gotta shout you again, haven't I?'
 
She nods and grins, pulling me off in the direction of the one near our hotel.
 
'I'll pay you back, Faith... some way.'
 
Yeah, not in the way I want though, B.