Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claim on the pair of them.
Crossovers: PurpleGirl from Star's YGM is out of jail and working in Vegas, what can I say, the worlds a crazy place!
Dedications: To Pebblin, I haven't had any of these comma checked but she still rocks! Also to my Swedish friend, who likes reading them so she can avoid work.
Ratings: Never know, slap an NC-17 on it, for no other reason than I like the way it sounds.
Date Stamp: Written by Miss K, aka Kitty 25.11.01. Sad world when you have to Date Stamp your fic!
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XXIX - For Best Results, Soak in Alcohol for Two hours Before Eating
 
I walk up to the bar and get served right away, by that Purple chick.
Yeah, see, always tip them, gets better service.
 
'Two diet cokes, four vodka shots, two Atlantic Passions and two Salty Dogs, thanks.'
 
I drag some more bills out of my pocket and straighten them out before I hand them over.
Purple chick smiles at me in a way that tells me she doesn't know how to make these either.
Shit, everyone's gotta start somewhere, right?
 
'Ok, the Salty Dogs; a shot of vody, grapefruit juice and ice, shake it all up and frost the top of the glass with salt. The Atlantic Passion; two shots of vody, strawberry juice, passionfruit juice, throw some sugar syrup in the ones you put in a fancy glass. Same as before one lot in fancy glasses with umbrellas, cherries and straws, the other in talls. Thanks.'
 
Gotta hand it to her, she's got a memory.
Never asks me to repeat the instructions.
 
'You're going to have me trained up in every cocktail in one night!'
 
She flashes me a big grin.
I hand over the cash and tip her a couple of bucks again, the money in these places is shit.
I take the tray back to the booth, careful not to spill anything.
I hold back a laugh as I watch B sword fighting herself with straws.
Shit, she's gonna be so loaded by the time we get through these!
 
'Hey, girlfriend. Got some more for you.'
 
'Heeey, girrrlfriend! Except we're not, you know, that.'
 
I sit down and hand her a coke.
 
'That? That what, B?'
 
She chugs half her coke down and wipes her mouth with her hand.
 
'Girrlfriends!'
She laughs and eats the cherries from all her cocktails.
 
Holy shit, she's loaded!
Ok, she did down a double vody and a double Absinthe.
Yeah, if you're not used to it you can get slammed at top speed, which she is.
I pick up my Salty D and down the whole lot, I've gotta catch up with her somehow.
Thinking about it, I'm not sure there's enough alcohol in this place for me to catch up with her.
Less thinking Faith, more drinking.
I down a shot and feel the Absinthe, from before, start to kick in.
Woah, booze rush!
I shake my head a bit and catch B's eye.
 
'So, you havin' fun yet, Faithy?'
 
She looks cute when she's drunk.
Hold up.
Don't start thinking like that, you make a pass at her and she'll fuckin' kick your ass again.
 
'Always, B. Me and booze are like old pals, don't meet up that often, but when we do we kick off, big style.'
 
'Hmm, good. Glad you're having a good time. 'Cause good times are good, which is why they're called good times. If they weren't they'd just be called times. Faith? I think I'm tipsy.'
 
I almost snort a mouthful of coke out.
 
'Tipsy? You've turned British, B! I think. You're. Loaded.'
 
Crap, I think I'm hitchin' a ride on the big ol' loaded train right about now to.
 
'Hey, what's in this one?'
 
She holds up an Atlantic Passion and looks so closely at it that the glass touches her nose.
 
'Vody, strawberry and passionfruit juice. It's nice. Look, I got that purple chick to put an umbrella in it for you.'
 
She takes the umbrella out, downs the drink in one go and then opens it and sticks it in the thin tin ashtray, so it stands up.
 
'You got me an umbrella! You're the best, Faith! I'm gonna put them in here so I can keep count of how many drinks I've had. Remind me to take them with me, when we go. 'K? What are these!'
 
She holds up a shot glass.
 
'Vody, we're sticking to one spirit from now on, makes for less of a pounding feelin' the next day.'
 
'Come on then! Down in one?'
 
Is she tryin' to drink me under the table?
We down a shot each, and she gets up and moves round the table, sitting next to me with a thump.
 
'I have to shout at you if I'm over there. Here I can whisper at you and you'll hear me! See, you can hear me, right?'
She whispers the last part in my ear, with her hands on my thigh.
I have to swallow as I nod.
Can feel her lips brush my ear, makes a serious amount of blood rush Southwards.
Ok, it's the booze; and the fact that you've been crushing over her for months!
But we're getting over the crush, right?
I mean we are getting over the crush thing.
Yeah... sure.
 
'And I don't like shouting at you, Faith.'
I turn round to face her and she looks all sad.
I know she's talking about last night.
 
'Hey, don't get all sad now, we're cool about what happened, so... no talking about it, ok, B?'
No talking about it when I'm drunk, more like.
I'll just start spilling everything out, like some pathetic pre-teen.
 
'I know, but I made your face all funny colours!'
She moves her fingertips over the almost faded bruises on my cheek, and then runs her thumb over my bottom lip.
Shit, ok, we need to stop doing this or I'm just gonna pounce on her.
Fuck; leather trousers and no underwear, not a nice feeling when things start getting all heated up down there!
 
'I like your lips, Faith. They're all soft, do you use lip balm?'
I start laughing.
Lip balm?
 
'Nah, B. They're just like that.'
 
Her hand takes hold of my fingers and moves them over to her lips.
I can feel my breath getting quicker as they move across them.
Soft, warm and fuckin' kissable!
No!
Not kissable!
Shit, Faith, keep it in your pants.
Anymore of this and it's gonna be leaking outta my pants, can tell you that.
 
'Are mine as soft as yours?'
 
I nod.
Our eyes are locked and I swear she's thinking the same thing as me.
That if we moved 6 inches closer we'd be kissing.
God, I just wanna kiss those lips, run my tongue all them, teasing her...
FUCK IT FAITH!
Stop it, ok?
Just... stop it!
She's made it damn well clear she isn't like that.
Yeah, made it clear, then beat the crap out of me!
I only touched her shoulders, she'd probably beat me to death if I tried to kiss her.
 
Screw this.
 
'I gotta go to the john, B. Back in a minute. You stay here and drink the rest of that coke!'
I ruffle her hair and she smiles at me, picking up her coke and sipping it through her straw.
 
As I walk to the john I repeat in my head.
 
'Leave Buffy Summers alone! Leave Buffy Summers alone! Leave Buffy Summers alone!'
 
How's idea was cocktails?
Shit, mine!
 
You are such a moron, Faith!