Disclaimers: Joss and Mutant etc, own them. Not me, I stake no claim.
Archive: If I see any of my stuff archived when permission has not been sought, then you'll see the true force of a pissed off Scorpio. You've been warned.
Comments: 'Where's the smut?' Sway? Is that you? Yeah, yeah, that's in 'SDV L'. Also, don't think I've just glossed over the fight, I haven't. Issues will resurface later on.
Title: It's a line from 'Used To Know Her' by Veruca Salt.
Rating: There's swearing, nothing else. If you've heard what comes out of some 8 year olds mouths, you'd give this a U.
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XXVI - Something in her Smile was so Bitchin'
 
I open my eyes a little.
 
'SHIT!'
 
Ok, I don't remember getting hit by a fuckin' truck.
I prop myself up a little, holding the side of my head.
B?
I look round the room.
She ain't here.
 
Hold up, wait a second.
Memories from last night start coming back.
Crap, you motherfuckin' idiot, Faith!
She's probably cleared her shit out and left you here!
It's what you deserve.
 
Did we swap rooms?
Because this one ain't as trashed as I remember it.
Did we really fight?
I feel the side of my head.
Crap, serious pain!
Yeah, we fought alright.
 
I swing my legs off the bed and make my way to the bathroom.
Each step makes me feel like my skulls getting hit with a hammer.
Jeez, ok, I need to sit down, lie down, fuckin stop moving, or I'm gonna chuck!
 
I lean on the wall, slide down it and just sit on the floor, not wanting to revisit TacoBell this early in the morning.
 
The door opens and slams into my feet.
 
'Faith? Are you ok?! What are you doing down there?'
 
I look at her.
Then I laugh, close my eyes, pinch my thigh to wake myself up, and open them again.
No, this ain't a dream.
 
'B? Why are you carrying a table and a lamp?'
 
'Look! Shut up and help me, before someone sees!'
 
I get to my feet and hold the door open for her.
She puts the table down in the far corner, with the lamp on top of it.
 
'Didn't you wonder where half the furniture had gone from in here, Faith?'
 
'No, I was more trying to fight the urge to hurl a pile of nachos up, 'though I did wonder where all the broken stuff had gone. Well?'
 
'Well what?'
She's moving the lamp round on the table, trying to get it dead centre.
 
'Please, please just for once make things easy, B! Well as in, well where has the broken stuff gone?'
 
'Oh right, yeah, I had a plan.'
She laughs a little and I get this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
It ain't the Mexican.
B's plans; fuck, we're screwed.
 
I wait to hear what she dreamed up this time.
And then wait some more, as she moves the lamp again.
 
'Jeez, B! WHAT PLAN?!'
 
'Hey stroppy Slayer, you should be lying down after getting your ass kicked. Bed! Now! I promise I'll tell you if you lie down.'
 
'I DID NOT GET MY...'
 
'I'm just kidding, Faith. Lie down and I'll tell you! It's good!'
 
Fine, I give in.
Though, I have this nagging feeling that if I'd decided that last night I wouldn't be feeling so bad now.
Crap; me and my temper.
 
I lie down and she jumps on the bed, sending that Mexican closer to making a re-appearance.
 
'Ok, so, you know how you trashed the room last night...?'
I growl at her.
'Whatever. The hotel would have chewed us up for the bill. I mean you smashed everything; and it was you! You fell on the table and took the lamps out, then you snapped the end of the TV thing off, and.. well, anyway, I got thinking, how are we going to pay? We can't; so I went down to reception and booked into another room on this floor, wait for it, under Cordelia Chase! That's good, right? It cost, like, $30. And I've been swapping all the furniture over. So that room gets all the broken stuff and we get all the... well, unbroken stuff!'
 
I just start laughing.
'What can I say, B?'
 
She joins me and we laugh for a bit, then we get that silence.
The kind that fills the room and you know what ever you say has to include the words 'sorry', 'didn't mean to lose it' and 'we still friends?'
 
I go first.
'I'm... look, I didn't mean to... you know...' say it, Faith, say it 'I'm... ' SAY IT! 'Shit, I'm sorry! Ok, there, I said it!'
 
She rubs a hand on my thigh, and I stare down at it.
Well at least she still doesn't think I'm gonna jump her.
I mean, she wouldn't touch me if she did, right?
 
'I'm sorry too, for your head and the ribs thing. I didn't mean to go all vicious Slayer on you, but you really know how to push my buttons, Faith!'
 
I wiggle my eyebrows, and she pinches my thigh, hard.
 
'We chill then, B?'
 
'Well if that means that we're ok, then yeah. How can I be mad at someone whose ass I kicked!'
 
'Is that why you have a black eye? 'Cause you kicked my ass so well? Anyway you didn't bust me up, the table did. You just took advantage of a damaged Slayer. Shit, B, that's kinda low.'
 
'There's so much I can say to that, Faith! But, that's what got us here in the first place!'
 
She gives me a fake smile and slaps my leg, then gets off and starts moving the furniture round again.
 
'We should check out of here later, B. Just in case we get caught out.'
I don't want to spend the next year trying to pay off the bill in here.
 
'Can we stay in the MGM? I can go and play with the lions!'
 
'B? You can't play with the lions.'
 
She looks at me and gives me that 'we'll see' look.
I close my eyes and settle back on the bed.
 
What am I letting myself in for?