Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims to the characters. Purple Girl is owned by St-let me make Faith get married-ar!
Comments: I've got a cold! *sneeze* Damn, I need some TLC. Anyone? Also this was going to be three parts, but I squished them all together. Lucky/unlucky you; delete as necessary.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 02.12.01
Crossover: Yes, it's Purple Girl from Star's YGM! WOO! She's done well since Prison, don't you all think?
Dedications: There's a word in this fic that's dedicated to my Swedish pal, it strikes fear into me whenever she uses it. Sway? B fell over again, just for you and because she's stupid. Cute, but stupid!
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XLV - DANGER! Please Keep Slayer's Mood Even, At All Times!
 
 
'Buffy! Cocktails!'
 
My stomach drops, as I look where Red's pointing.
The same place me and B went, the other night.
Shit!
Wait up, she's not stupid enough to go in there.
I glance over at her, and she gives me this 'what do I do?' look.
Say fuckin' NO, that's what you do!
 
'Umm... I have this cold thing, Will, maybe we shouldn't. Anyway it's still really early!'
 
'Cold? Best thing for a cold is a cocktail! You love them anyway, and it's never too early for drinks with umbrella's. Come on!'
 
Red grabs B's arm and drags her in, Tara follows close behind and I'm just standing on the strip, looking at their backs.
Hey, what am I, a spare wheel?!
 
Fuck it!
I follow them in.
Can feel my mood dropping fast.
Just, B and booze don't mix.
Me, B and booze don't mix.
And with the Fluffy Kitten brigade here, that's a 'Slayer Cocktail' I don't want to experience!
 
I nod to the purple chick behind the bar and join them at the SAME FUCKIN' BOOTH me and B were in the other night!
What is this?
Drag some of Faith's worst moments back and slam them in her face?
I stare at B and give her my 'I'm pissed off such a huge amount, I'm not even talking to you' look.
She's had it before; she knows what it means.
She looks real upset and I know I'm in losing it fast because I don't care.
I stand up and rip my smokes from my pocket.
 
'I'm going to the bar, what do you guys want?'
 
Red has her nose in the cocktail list and shakes her head.
'Not chosen yet, Faith, thanks though.'
 
Tara is looking at me weirdly; probably wondering why my aura's changed to black.
B's just picking at her nails.
I wait and bore my eyes into the top of her head, but she doesn't look up.
SCREW THIS!
I turn on my heels and walk over to the bar.
 
'Hi, I remember you from last time! You here to teach me more mixes?'
 
I smile at Purple chick, she hasn't pissed me off, yet.
Give her time though!
I'm sure someone up high will make her say something shitty to me.
 
'Nah, just in for a few drinks with some friends, I'll have two vodka shots and a diet coke, thanks.'
 
I watch her pour my drinks out and I drag deeply on my cig, trying to calm down.
It's not working though.
Shit!
 
'$3 please.'
 
She smiles and I hand her a five, tell her to keep the change.
She beams me a wide one, and I stalk off back to the table.
 
 
Ok, so from bad to worse.
An hour later and we're still in here.
Though to be fair to B, she's been nursing that tacky 'Sex On the Beach' for the past half hour.
 
Just as I think things aren't getting totally shitty, Red has to open that mouth of hers.
 
'Oh! Buffy, what about him! Stud! Well not me thinking he's a stud, because I don't, I'm batting for the other team now. But for you? I mean, Buffy; single; still! Do you want me and Tara to do a spell to make him come over? We can do that you know, it's naughty, but it's in the best interest of the world to have a happy Slayer!'
 
I look to where she was pointing.
Sheeesh, football players!
Add their IQ together and you get my shoe size.
 
'No it's ok, Will, I'm very happy at the moment.'
She looks over to me and gives me a pleading smile.
Me being a moron, I shrug it off and look down at my boots.
I just don't want things to get all screwed!
Clever, Faith; so what do you do?
Treat B like crap.
Well fuckin' done.
IDIOT!
 
I look up at her and as I'm about to swallow my pride and mouth 'sorry' across to her, I notice Tara watching us both.
SHIT!
B looks at my face, as I try to keep it steady, then across to Tara's.
She smiles, but moves her head back to her drink again, too quickly for everything to be OK.
Red say's something to Tara, and she walks off towards the john.
Ok, we need to handle this carefully.
 
'Do you two know your aura's look really similar? Like really!'
 
I look at B, and she looks at me, both waiting for the other person to say something.
Crap.
 
'Slayers, blondie, we're gonna look the same!'
 
Tara nods her head and a smile plays on her mouth as she goes back to her cocktail.
The sinking feeling returns to my stomach as I'm pretty sure she's figured what's going on.
Tara's seriously sharp, people don't give her enough credit, but she picks up on a lot of shit.
And this is one time when I wish she wasn't all 'I know your little secret!'
 
'So, Faith? What have you and Buffy been doing?'
 
Just as I'm about to tell her about 'doing' the whole strip abut twenty times, B pipes up.
 
'Doing? Nothing! I mean, why would me and Faith be doing anything? Just because our auras look similar! That's just a typical Slayer aura...'
 
I kick her under the table, hard!
SHUT UP!
I glance over to Tara and if she smiles anymore the top of her head will fall off.
JEEZ, B!
Red chooses the perfect moment to come back.
Woo-fuckin'-hoo, finally, timing that doesn't suck!
 
'Anything happen while I was gone? Did Mr Stud come over for Buffy?'
 
'Honey, I don't think he's Buffy's type.'
 
Red just looks at her, all puzzled.
 
'I know Buffy, he's so her type!'
 
Yeah, if anyone wants me I'll be in my own version of Hell.
Give me a shout when things get better, will you?
Go on Tara, spill it, you know you want to.
Ruin everything!
 
'I-I spoke to him while you were gone, he's...um, gay!'
 
What?
My eyes snap over to Tara's and she winks at me.
I start laughing.
Ok, so I didn't expect that!
 
'Gay? See, everyone's doing it! Well apart from you two!'
 
Red snuggles up to Tara and I breath a sigh of relief.
 
Maybe tonight isn't going to be that bad after all.
If B manages to hold her cocktails, that is.
 
 
 
What was I saying about B holding her cocktails?
Well didn't happen.
Her and Red got into this big 'we want to try everything on the menu' competition.
They both lost.
Red because Tara's telling her off, as they get their bags from our room.
B, because she ain't getting anything from me tonight.
I'm not risking her forgetting everything again.
No fuckin' way!
 
'Faith? We're going, we have to meet up with our lift. Is Buffy ok?'
 
I look over to see her sprawled out on the bed.
 
'Yeah, she'll be ok in a few hours. Shit, drinking in the day! Pair of booze hounds!'
 
Tara walks over to me and gives me one of those 'I know' looks.
I keep my hands busy by lighting a smoke.
 
'I think Buffy's lucky to have you... looking after her, Faith.'
She smiles, grabs Red's arm and they leave.
 
I watch them walk to the lift, and then the doors close on them and they're gone.
Hmmm...
We'll see what happens with all that, when we get back to SunnyHell.
 
I go back in and look at B, in some star shape on the bed, snoring lightly.
Attractive!
I laugh; it is kind of attractive.
I'm turning into a complete sucker!
I am!
I'm beginning to freak myself out!
 
I sit down on the chair and watch her sleeping, while I smoke my cig.
Wow!
I. Am with. Her!
How'd I, get to be with her?
That's crazy.
I start laughing and she opens her eyes, shakes her head a bit and turns her head to look at me.
 
'Faith.'
She said it all soft and happy.
 
'Hey, boozy.'
 
'Are you mad at me?'
 
'Yes.'
 
'Oh. Is that a Buffy type of yes that means no?'
 
'It's a Faith type of yes that means yes.'
 
'Oh. Just Will's my best friend and we just... she wanted cocktails! And... I didn't, well I thought I could just have one, but the one cocktail kind of encourages the two cocktails and then you're running up the path of Cocktail Town with a bottle of Vodka in one hand, and a box of mini umbrella's in the other! It all got out of control, and you weren't talking to me! And Tara was giving us weird looks all night. Then... then there was that football player that... I'M SORRY!'
 
'Ok.'
She's cute when she feels guilty, kinda pathetic looking, but it still looks cute.
 
'Fine then! I'm not going to talk to you either!'
 
She throws herself over onto her side, real dramatic, like.
I have to clench my jaw to stop from laughing.
 
'Ok, B.'
 
I sit and smoke my cig, and just stare at her back.
She can't ever stay quiet for more than a few minutes.
Even when she's asleep she's muttering stuff.
 
So I wait.
 
I stretch my arms out over my head and relax back in the chair.
Just a bit longer.
 
Total silence.
 
Come on, B... you know you can't stand it!
 
She flips herself up and stands, pouting, with her hands on her hips.
'Fine then, Faith!'
 
She turns round to walk off to the bathroom and... Oh, Shit!
She's gonna break her neck doing that one day.
She's flat on her face, again!
 
Don't laugh!
 
'FAITH, MOVE YOUR GOD DAMN BAG!'
 
Don't laugh!
 
She tries to kick her legs out of the handles, but she's all tangled up!
 
Don't laugh!
 
'FAITH!'
 
'Calm down, B, stop struggling, you'll break the handles!'
 
I carefully remove her heels from where they've twisted in the leather straps.
Then I can't hold back!
Laughter just pours out of me, and I have to lean my hands on the floor to keep steady!
 
'Shut up! I'm throwing this bag out of the window if I fall over it one more time!'
 
She gets up and I hear the bathroom door slam.
I wipe my eyes and finally stop laughing.
 
She's a moron, but hey, she's my moron!
 
 
Buffy's POV
 
 
 
I turn the radio down, the music's turned from good to crap!
I dry off from my shower and look at myself in the mirror.
Ok, passable.
I feel ten times better than before.
Amazing what some citrusy bubbles and brushing your teeth ten times can do!
I bet she's still pissed at me.
Women!
I don't know how lesb...
Oh.
Am I a...?
Ok, just put your make-up on, don't think about that nasty word!
Look, make-up!
How can I be a lesb... a one of them, if I wear make-up!
Faith wears make up!
Faith's not a...
Anyway, I still like boys; well, if by liking them I mean that I like them, without actually liking any of them?!
 
Hmmm...
 
No! I used the dreaded hmmm!
The hmmm that makes you think abut stuff you don't want to think about!
No hmmm-ing, Buffy.
We'll... um, la-la-la!
Hum!
That's what we'll do, and humming is... something that sounds a lot like, hmmm!
 
ARGH!
Get dressed and go and apologise to Faith, and then we can go out Slaying, come back all hot and sweaty, get out of all the clothes that are just adding to the hot and sweatiness, and get even hotter and sweatier with each other!
Plan formed!
I pull my clothes on as fast as I can, and open the bathroom door.
 
I walk back in the room, and Faith's lying on the bed, reading... what is that?
PORN!
 
'Faith!?'
 
'What?'
 
'That! What's that!?'
 
'Huh? A motorbike mag, what did you think it was?'
 
She hands it over to me and I look closer.
Oh... it is, but...?
 
'There are naked girls all over the cover!'
 
'Shit, B! You fucked me up against a wall in the MGM toilets, why you busting a blood vessel over some topless chicks draped over bikes?'
 
I feel a blush rise over my body and up to my face.
Thing is, it's not 100% embarrassment!
Damn!
I throw her back the mag.
 
'Sorry! I thought... doesn't matter! You want to do a sweep tonight and kick some undead ass?'
 
Please say yes!
I'll load her up with food before, so we can just get with the horny afterwards!
 
'Sure, I'll take a shower and then we can hit the strip 'til it gets dark.'
 
I watch her walk into the bathroom.
Plan working!
And she always says my plans suck.
Well I sucked you right into this one, ha!