Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me.
No harm intended.
Timeline: God, don't get me started on this. None of my stuff runs
with the show. Faith isn't bad, we'll she is bad, in a naughty puppy way,
but forget about the angst between the Slayers.
Comments: I swear, it's a veritable comma fest in this pit of words.
Also, I'm crap with titles, but I think you already knew that.
Thank you's: Pebblin; look, we've graduated to :
Also to Star, for comparing me to Tinkerbell! LOL! A 5ft 8, blonde one!
Slayers Do Vegas VI - There's More than One Way to
Feed a Slayer
'B? They're all pretty much the same!'
She's dragging me into another Casino.
Like, dragging me.
'Come on Faith! Where's your sense of fun? And they're NOT all the same.
Well, ok, they are, but we have to look at all of them! This one's got LIONS!
I put on my best Valley voice and wave my hands
in the air in fake glee.
'Like, this is so cooooool! Lions!' She just slaps me again. 'B? They've all
got lions or tigers or five mile rivers. It's the way they get dopes like
you into 'em!'
Here we go again, B's trusty 'pout face'.
I ram my smile back down before it spreads all over my face.
She looks so fuckin' cute when she looks like that.
I rag on her sometimes just so she'll do it.
Hey, a girls gotta get her kicks somewhere!
'I fold, come on, lets check the lions out then.'
Yeah, Faith the sucker.
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'Faith! Margarita's for 99c!'
Now, THIS could be fun.
Yeah, my interest level's back up in positive figures now.
The tigers, chimps and magicians kinda sucked me dry for a few hours back
there.
'Get that fake ID of yours out then, I'll have two. Shit, can't believe I'm
drinkin' girlie booze.'
'It's 99c, Faith. What extra motivation do you need?'
She looks in her pockets and comes up empty handed.
'Oh... run out of money. Where'd it all go?'
I count off her losses on my fingers.
'Circus Circus: you dropped $10 into that crappy slot that played 'Hit Me
Baby One More time' when the reel went round. Tropicana: another $10, the
slot with the dogs on that you thought were cute. MGM: $20! They won't run
out of food for the lions if you don't play the machines, B! And how much
did you put away at TacoBell and Subway? You can cut down on the hungry bit
by just getting horny instead. Save you money in the long run, and I can always
give you a helping hand'
I wiggle my fingers in front of her and slap a grin on my face.
'Ok then.'
Huh?
I'd tensed myself for a swift punch in the shoulder, not an 'Ok then.'
'Ok then to what?'
She walks right up to me and I can smell her perfume and see the tiny flecks
of hazel in the green of her eyes
'Next time I'm feeling hungry, I'll let you help me out. You ok with that,
Faith?'
Ok, with that?
But...
I mean, ok with that?
With helping her out?
Now, I know I wanted it, but I never thought I'd get it.
All my confidence just fell right outta me and looks like it's making its
way over to B, 'cause she looks pretty sure of herself.
Right!?
No problem.
She's bluffing right?
Shit!
She's calling my bluff.
Gotcha!
I move right up to her and whisper in her ear, making sure my lips make contact.
She tried not to shiver when I did, but I caught it.
Yeah, bluff me out!
Hah! I'm the biggest bluffer going.
You wanna play with Faithy, then I'll give you a game, babe.
'You just give me the word B. I'll make sure your feelin' full by the end
of it all. Real satisfied.'
I seal the end of my sentence by nuzzling her neck softly.
Then I pull away and the look on her face picks me up, throws me around a
bit and slams me back to earth.
I've seen that look before.
Lust.
Pure and simple.
Shit!
What the Hell's going on here?
I watch her blink a few times, and then she's back.
Well, I don't know about anyone else, but that ride kinda freaked me out a
bit!
But she's still bluffing, right?
Maybe it wasn't lust I saw?
She's tired.
Yeah, tired.
Still, she's not gonna psyche me out.
I don't mind playing this game, even if it's never gonna end up with us together.
Take what you can get.
That's me.
'I'll do that, Faith. So... '
She lets the word stretch out.
Fuck, you could power this Casino off the charge between us.
'... you going to spot me $10, so I can get those drinks?'
I dig in my pocket, which ain't something that can be done sexily.
I've tried; it doesn't work.
I hand over a $20, making sure our fingers touch.
'Here's an extra ten bucks, B. You can pay me back in kind.'
Wink, grin, home run, baby!
Things are starting to look mighty interesting from where I'm standing.
Let's see how long she can go without food, especially with no money.
Yeah, now I'm seriously glad she came along.