Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. No harm intended.
Comments: It's not Beta-d. I know! Probably full of errors, but I am on a roll, what with all the coke and cigs I've had in the last two hours.
Dedications: To Sway for the best feedback ever! That was longer than this entire series, babe!
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XV - When Conversing with a Slayer, Vowel Sounds Will Do
 
'Hey B? Showers all yours.'
 
I turn round and Faith's standing in front of me, her head bowed as she dries her hair with a towel.
Um... she's only wearing underwear!
OH MY...!
Black, lacy underwear!
Ok, so it DOES manage to cover... things.
 
Eeek!
Don't look!
You creepy, creepy, leery perv!
 
Do something with your hands.
Like... NO, NOT THAT!
 
'Thanks!'
Did I just squeak that?
I squeaked!
Can the fire alarm go off, please?
Anything?
Divine intervention?
Powers that be?
 
Hello?!
Is anyone listening to me?
Well that's a resounding no!
 
I walk into the bathroom quickly, keeping my eyes on the carpet.
I run the taps and splash my face with cold water.
Oh, let me come with you to Vegas, Faith, please?
Idiot!
Idiot!
Idiot!
 
Jeez, well at least I have a crush on someone who's not a vampire or a farm hand, or ... other things that aren't good.
 
It's this place.
It's Vegas.
It's Sin City!
And it's leaking into my head.
Yup, that's what it is.
 
What a stupid way to reason everything out, Buffy Summers.
Just get in the shower!
 
.................
 
I turn off the water and step out of the shower.
I do feel better.
More relaxed.
Ok... um... towel?
Where are the towels?
I look round the bathroom.
 
NO!
WHERE ARE THE TOWELS?!
 
FAITH!
GOD DAMN IT!
 
Oh, hang on.
I see one under the holder and pick it up, then realise it's hand towel.
Well I know I'm not overly blessed on the rack front, but still...
I hold it up and see that it either covers the top of me, or the bottom of me, but not both.
 
Oh... FUCK!
 
My clothes!
I'll just put my clothes back on, derrr.
Safe, everything's ok.
 
I look down and see that I left all my clothes in a heap on the floor and they're now soaking.
I knew I should've checked the curtain.
 
You're going to have to ask her for a towel, Buffy.
 
I wrap the hand towel round my top half and open the door a little, only leaning my head and shoulders out.
 
'Faith? You took all the god damn towels!'
 
She looks round at me, still in her underwear.
Doesn't anyone ever get dressed anymore?
 
'Hey, have this one, it's still dry, must've bought it out by mistake. Sorry!'
 
YOU...!
 
She walks over.
No, that isn't walking.
Normal people 'walk'.
She 'lap dancers' over to me, all sexy and hip swaying and hands me the towel.
 
'Thanks.'
 
She smirks at me and tries to sneak a peak in the bathroom.
 
'Hey! Stay right there, you!'
 
'B? I don't need to go into the bathroom to get an eyeful, there's a mirror behind you!'
 
With that, she blows me a kiss and bursts out laughing.
 
Behind me?
I turn my head round and see the back of my naked body, apart from the tiny edges of the hand towel, reflected back at me!
 
I scream and slam the door in her face!
I can still hear her laughing on the other side.
 
Buffy Summers, you are a cretin!
 
Vegas?
Woo... NOT!