Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claims, and no harm is intended.
Comments: I had a plan. I'm watching
it float out of the window, right now. Bye, bye!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty
wrote this 13.12.01
Title: Just a line of a song
I'm listening to by Linkin Park.
Faith's POV
Slayers Do Vegas LXV
- I Had To Fall To Lose It All
'Ok, so you gonna take back that "on the house"
yet or what?'
Fuck, I'm loaded; woo!
Yeah, and I'm havin' a good time on my
own.
On. My. Own.
'Faith?'
What?
WHAT?!
Shit, outloud girl, come on, get with it.
'What, Taz?'
Taz; what a stupid name, reminds me of that whirly
demon cartoon thing.
Why call your kid... oh, whirly demon, ok
then, suits her.
I need another drink.
Out-fuckin'-loud Faith, outloud!
'You gonna fill me up, Taz?'
My eyebrows must work on automatic, 'cause I never
even told them to wiggle.
Good one eyebrows, always liked you guys.
'Um, Faith? I think you've had enough. It's getting
late, wont Buffy be back by now?'
I watch as she cleans some glasses.
Pushing that towel in, then pulling it out, pushing
it in, then pulling it out.
I must be gone if I think cleaning glasses is
a turn on.
Shit, man.
Anyway B'll still be out, probably doing... what
d'ya do in the desert?
Probably looking at all the sand or sailing ships.
This ships sailing?!
Yeah, screw you, Summers, you're not domes...
domes... what's the fuckin' word?
Domesticating me, that's it.
You're not making me into some lap dog.
I'm Faith, I dance to my own beat, baby.
'Faith?'
'What?!'
'I think you should get some air.'
'You wanna get some air with me? I'm up for that,
demon girl.'
'Shhhh! Don't say that word. No-one knows. God,
come on, I'm getting you outside.'
That's a come on if ever I heard one.
I feel her arm round me as she helps me outside
into the ally.
Buffy Summers lap dog I ain't, see, I'm going
outside with a cute girl!
I know this ally.
Yeah, this was the ally where me and...
Shut up, Faith.
Forget about her, you were better off without
Buffy 'the sun shines out of my ass' Summers.
'So, Taz, you come here often?'
I bust up laughing, shit, I'm a spaz.
What a line!
See, she thinks it's funny to.
'To the ally? Yeah, Faith. Everytime I need to
empty the bottle bin. Kinky, huh? You. Are wasted, girl! I've never
seen someone drink so much and not heave their guts up. You've got
a constitution on you, I'll give you that.'
'You can give me something else, if you want?'
'You ever gonna cut it out? Or have you forgotten
about Buffy already?'
What is it with women and that hands on hips thing?
They taught that at birth or something?
'Buffy who?'
Shit, I gotta stop making myself laugh, or I am
gonna chuck.
I walk over to were she's standing, and run my
hand through her hair.
It's shorter than... DON'T THINK ABOUT HER!
I can't help it though.
What am I doing?
She pushes my hand away, quickly and I feel myself
sway back on my heels at the contact.
'Hey, you might want to fuck around behind your
girlfriends back, Faith. But it's not going to be with
me. I've got too much respect for Buffy.'
Girlfriend?
'B isn't my girlfriend! So what, we sleep together,
big-fuckin'-deal.'
Is someone else in charge of what comes out of
my mouth?
Even pickled in booze, I know I'm talking crap.
I need to leave this alone and drink something
without alcohol in it.
No, I need to go back and see B.
Fuck it, I am domesticated!
I see Taz's face change as she looks over my shoulder
and I know what I'm gonna see when I turn round.
I grit my teeth and swing around on my heels.
Shit!
'B!'