Disclaimers: Joss and his rich Mutants own them, not me. I make no claim to Buffy or Faith.
Comments: Tick, tock, tick, tock, counting down to SDV L.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 30.11.01
Authors comments: Fluffy, fluffy, fluffy, yes, we are past the PMS/PMT. Praise Mother Nature, no really, I love feeling like crap for 4 days a month, yes I do, honestly! *rolls her eyes*
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XXXX - aka Slayer Barbie & the SlutWonder Take Vegas, Instead of Each Other
 
 
I might be feeling guilty but I don't think I can take one more Casino tonight.
We've done the whole strip, and my feet are fuckin' killing me!
 
I still feel like crap about what happened, but B's right.
It'll drag us down if we don't try and do other stuff and get back to normal.
And I don't want it to drag us down.
 
'B? I'm going out for a cig!'
 
'You can smoke at this slot, look, ashtray!'
 
Wasn't why I was going outside, but I'll go along with it, for now.
I pull a seat up next to her, and watch her face as she plays the 5c slot.
She looks like such a kid.
That's cool, makes her look pretty.
Not that she needs much help, she always looks pretty.
Always.
 
Jeez, listen to me!
Someone says they love you and you turn into Miss Hallmark Cards!
Ok, maybe a pathetic Hallmark Card, but...
Hold up...
I didn't say it back, I just thought, I didn't say it back!
Shit!
Does she think I don't feel the same?
What if she thinks I just screwed her?!
No, she was cool after she told me, she was cool, right?
Thing is, do I want to say it?
Sort of like when you say that everything's going great and then a house falls on your head.
A house falls on your head?
What the fuck?!
Ok, maybe not a house, but everything gets fucked up.
I tell her, then the world ends 'cause I tempted fate.
What if she just loves me like a friend?!
And not like, in love with me?
How can she be in love with me; me!
She just loves me like we're friends who make... have se... do naked stuff together.
 
'No! We're going to miss it, Faith! I told you to tell me when it was half past! Come on, quick!'
 
She drags me by the arm out of the Casino and we run down the strip.
 
'B! Where are we going?!'
 
And why do we need to get there so fast?
She stops outside Bellagio and rests her hands on the wall in front of some fucking massive lake!
 
'Faith, come here!'
 
I move over to her and she grabs my hand, like an eight year old.
She's all excited, and I swear she's gonna start jumping up and down soon.
 
'B? What are we...'
Water jets start to go off next to me, stopping me mid sentence.
Everything's lit up and I turn and watch the water shoot up into the air, like a hundred feet or something.
Then the sound kicks in, and B does exactly what I said she would; jumps up and down!
It does look cool, it's getting dark and there are like, coloured lights everywhere.
Shirley Bassey's singing 'Hey Big Spender' at top volume and the water's shooting up high enough to take birds out.
Hey, is this a Kodak moment?
I wish I had a camera as B turns to me, and smiles, fuck it, beams at me!
She looks so happy, and I want to take a picture of her and keep it in my pocket forever.
And when I'm feeling sad, I can just take it out and get all happy again.
 
'Isn't this incredible, Faith! There are over a thousand water cannons and they shoot up more than two hundred feet! Ok, so I like reading leaflets, but it was worth it... Hey, big Spendeeeeeer!'
She's singing!
I start to laugh and change my Kodak moment to a Digicam one.
Then she turns to face me, and smiles a wicked little smile, and sings the next line a little softer, just for me.
 
'I don't pop my cork for every girl I see...'
 
But instead of being happy I just feel this sadness creeping over me, as I remember how close I came to fucking everything up.
I try and smile back, but I know I haven't managed it in a major way, because I see her face go all worried.
 
'Hey, what's with the no smiling? It was my singing, wasn't it?'
 
And I want to say yes, but I can't, if I start lying to her now then I won't stop.
The fountains are still pumping out water, and Shirley's still stretching those vocal chords, and I'm still feeling like shit.
B puts her hand on my arm and I look down at it, at her being ok with touching me.
If she's ok with it then I should be ok with it, shouldn't I?
But things are never simple, I'm the queen of feeling guilty, could give lessons in it.
 
'I just started feeling bad again, sorry, B.'
 
'I know, Just when you're feeling ok things fly into your head. But at least you told me, and I told you, about the flying in the head thing. So, we're talking to each other, and that's good. I watch Oprah, I know these things. Talking is good!'
 
'I watch Jerry, talking just leads to fights.'
 
She smiles and hugs me as the last lines of the song ring out in my ears.
 
//Hey, Big Spender!
//Spend a little time, with me!
 
And I hear B singing it in my ear, as I put my arms round her, trying to keep things looking like a friend hug in case we get arrested.
She draws back a little and smiles.
 
'Come on, Faith. Let's go get some ice-cream, it's good for when you're feeling down.'
 
We turn to look as the cannons finish the display by shooting up so far in the air that it probably diverts planes.
 
'Let's load up on calories then, B.'
 
Ice-cream makes everything better, or so B told me once.
I hope she's right.