Surprises

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Part 15

The moonlight bleeding into Faith's hotel window, brought with it a headache of massive proportions. She was wondering when the hell the moon could induce a brain splitter like the one she was currently experiencing when she looked to the bottle of Rum on the floor next to her bed. The memory of what actually had caused said headache suddenly flooded back to her. She tried to recall just what Willow had said when she had come back into the room.

"Get your stuff together, Faith," Willow had said, as she opened the door, "we're going home. I called the airline. Xander is packing right now."

Faith was sitting at the table, a bottle in her hand, "What about Buffy?'

"She wants us gone. All of us. She said so. And right now, I'm all for leaving her here by herself. See if she likes it. Or not. I really don't care. But Kennedy and Dawn are coming back tomorrow. And I would rather see them than stay here with her. Xander says so as well. I don't know. Maybe he is doing better. Anyway, she told us to leave, and we're leaving."

"The hell you say," Faith said, matter-of-factly, while looking out the window at the ocean. It really is pretty here, she thought.

"Come on," Willow replied, walking over to her. She noticed the bottle of rum in Faith's hand, "setting sail with Captain Morgan, Faith?"

"Hey, Red," Faith stood up, "it's vacation. And I'm vacationing. Alcohol, always a part of vacation. At least a part of mine. Of course, I never went anywhere where there 't a't alcohol involved. Actually, I never went anywhere at all. At least not for fun. But still...it's a staple. That's what my mom told me anyway, and she was like a freakin expert or something."

Willow was exasperated, " Come on Faith," grabbing her arm, "you're a little drunk. How bout we get your clothes on and then we go? Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Get your hands off of me. I'm not going anywhere," Faith shrugged away from Willow, and stumbled backwards, before catching herself, "I told ya, I'm staying here. And I'm staying. I don't really give a shit if B is staying, or not. I think it's time for me to get a little sun. Relax and all, you know?"

Willow was busy repacking her own bag, "Faith, this is a bad idea. She doesn't want you here."

"Well what the fuck do I care what she wants? I want to stay. She can leave is she doesn't like it. When the hell did Buffy get to decide who can be on friggin holiday or not? That's stupid. Buffy's stupid. In fact, you're all fucking stupid. Now I'm staying. We got this room for three days, and I ain't wastin it."

Faith had chosen that moment to chug what was left of her new best friend and couldn't actually recall what had happened after that. She thought she remembered Xander, albeit vaguely, coming into the room, and trying to persuade her to leave as well. Fuck, I hope I didn't hit him, she thought.

She made her way into the bathroom. I'm gonna go out, she thought. Screw them. I don't need this shit. I kinda like it here. And I look wicked hot in a bathing suit. She glanced at the one she had had on earlier today. Of course, I can't wear that bathing suit, being ripped and all, she considered, before running a shower.

Forty-five minutes later and Faith was raring to go. Let's see if I can do this town some damage, she said to herself, opening the door.

"Funny thing. I see Xander and Will leaving and no Faith, imagine that. This was right after the fact that I told her to get you guys and leave, and yet here you are," Buffy said, making her way into the open door, "All dressed up and ready to play."

"I don't know who made you the big boss of Fort Lauderdale," Faith said, staring at the girl, who had basically just barged into her room, "but I don't really give a flying fuck what you want Blondie."

"You got a dirty little mouth, Faithy" Buffy said, sitting down on the nearest bed, "I've told you how that could get you in trouble."

"Yeah well, I'm always one to attract trouble," Faith said, still holding the door open, "In, fact, I'm on my way to find some right now."

"So?"

"So, you're kinda holding me up, if you don't mind."

Buffy walked over to her, "Oh, come on Faith you don't want me to leave," she said, running her hand up the girl's arm, "we didn't exactly finish what we started," Buffy leaned in closer to Faith pressing her lips to the other girl's.

Faith returned the kiss, pulline gie girl into her. When she pulled away, she looked at her, "Oh, I don't know B. It sort of felt finished to me. I mean, at least I was finished. Now you, well you can finish on your own, if you like. But I'm going out." She held the door open, "Now, if you don't mind, I'd kinda like to get to it."

Buffy's eyes burned with anger as she took a deep breath, "that's mean."

"I'm sorry B. I don't know what came over me. Being mean and all. Go in there and get undressed. I'll be right behind you, I promise."

"No, you know what? I feel like going out myself. Whadya say Faithy? Feel like some company?"

"Don't really care one way or the other," she said shutting the door behind them, "just stay out of my way, and I'll stay outta yours."

"Works for me," Buffy said, walking past the girl.

Faith rolled her eyes and followed Buffy to the elevator, we'll see, she thought.

The club was packed. Faith had quickly lost track of her blond counterpart, and in her liquored up stupor, didn't much care. She had a vague notion that she would be feeling like shit tomorrow, with the amount of booze actually running through her system. But she figured, with slayer stamina and all, she could deal. Besides it's fun in here, she thought, looking around. She spotted a girl across the room, alone, she thought, and in her mind that's all she needed.

Buffy was dancing with some guy, who smelled like shrimp. To which she voiced her observation, "You kinda smell like shrimp."

It was loud in the club and he had to bend over to hear the smaller girl, "huh?"

"Like shrimp, you smell like shrimp," she practically screamed back at him.

Still not hearing her, he looked at her more than a little puzzled, "huh?" he said again, pointing to his ear.

She rolled her eyes, 'never mind,' she mouthed, beginning to think that telling the guy he smelled bad was not the brightest thing she could do. She smiled up at him and thanked him for the dance, to which he cupped his ear again, not hearing her. Or not listening, she thought, walking away. He smiled at her as she left, not even caring I'm gone, she told herself.

She looked around the room, trying to find Faith. Not that I care what she's doing, she thought. I just don't want to get stuck here, wondering whether or not she went home. Cause that would just suck, waiting around for her and all. Buffy was talking to herself, mouthing about Faith's incredible disappearing acts, when she spotted her across the room.

Faith was sitting at a table, with her arm on the knee of some leggy blond. Buffy knew that she should look away, not actually go over there, and yet her feet were moving that way all the same. She could see Faith whispering in the girl's ear, and the girl giggling in return. Bimbo, Buffy thought. Still walking toward the new best friends, she stopped when she saw a third party approach. The guy she had been dancing with earlier. Buffy stood back and watched.

"Get your hand off my girlfriend," he said, looking down at Faith.

"Go on, big guy. I don't see any girlfriend sitting here," she said, not even looking him in the face, but instead choosing to smile at the girl she was sitting with.

Buffy watched the guy start to make a move, what a dumbass, she thought.

He continued, "Get away from my girl, you dyke," he said, grabbing Faith's arm and pulling her up.

"Oh, that's sweet. You can say the word dyke. You're a big boy, aren't you? Using all those big words," Faith goaded, removing his hand from her arm, "Now why don't you just mosey on back over there to the dance floor and leave us be."

Buffy looked at the girl, she's not even that cute, she thought, but still she didn't move.

He grabbed her again, swinging her around, "Look, here, I'm not sure who the fuck you think you are, but you need to get the fuck out of here. Cause I'm not to eager to hit a girl," he said, letting her go, "but that doesn't mI woI won't."

Faith smiled at him, "Look at me, I can't stop shaking," she said, laughing, "I mean that's what I do, laugh hysterically, when I get scared. Especially of big scary men. What are you going to do?" she asked, getting serious, "You gonna hit me? Cause I gotta say, if you think you can, bring it on." She finished, shoving him in the chest.

It was then that the realization that Faith was actually drunk hit Buffy. Maybe this is not as entertaining as I thought, she wondered.

The guy grabbed Faith by the arms and shoved her into the table, "Back off Bitch."

Faith stayed where she was for a few seconds, long enough for the girl to get up and follow the guy. Oh fuck, Buffy thought.

When he turned completely around, Faith planted her foot squarely in the guy's back kicking him to the ground. As he fell, she turned him over, pulling him up by the collar. "Like to push women around, big boy?" she asked, holding uppeupper body off the floor.

He was struggling to get up, but Faith effortlessly held him down. "Cause I don't especially like guys who try to fuck with me. Now your chickie here," she said pointing dismissively with her free hand to the girl she was talking to earlier, "she may like it. And what the fuck? So what, you know what I mean? But me, see I don't like it. In fact," she leaned in closer to his face, "it kinda pisses me off." She put both of her hands on his collar and pulled him to his feet, "and I," she said getting in his face, "don't like to be pissed off."

Be still, Buffy was willing the guy. Just be still. She had noticed the spectators around the room that had gathered to watch the little display. Buffy knew he was a guy, and there's no way a guy is gonna let a chick show him up like that, she thought. But if he had a brain in his head, he would just be still.

He raised back his fist, intent on hitting Faith. Should've known he was a wackincking the brain thing, stupid moron, Buffy thought scooting over to the scene. Faith had caught han hand, and was busy twisting it around, bringing him back to the ground, and this time in an even less dignified position.

When she raised her other fist, Buffy caught it, and pulled her off the guy.

He was about to say something, still on the ground, when Buffy shoved him back, "Don't be a fucking idiot. Both of us could kick your ass to next week. Now that could be because we are supernaturally strong," the crowd around them laughed, "or it could be because you are a pussy. I don't know. What do you think?" she asked Faith, still holding the guy down.

"Oh, it's definitely cause we're super strong B," she said, as the crowd laughed, "Look at him. He seems an expert on beating up girls."

"I see that," Buffy said, bending back over him. "Maybe you should run on now," she told him, "I wouldn't want to humiliate you or anything."

She let go of the guy who jumped up and grabbed his girlfriend. Running, he was trying to make his way out of the club without being noticed, which struck the girls as funny.

"Fool," Faith said, smiling at Buffy.

"You shouldn't try to fuck with straight girls, Faith," Buffy told her, "there is always a guy somewhere."

"Well, B, I thought you had him occupied."

"He stunk."

"I noticed that he smelled like shrimp," Faith replied, "but that didn't seem to stop you from dancing with him."

"Yeah it did," Buffy said, "that's why I left."

"Let's gut out of here,B," Faith said, pulling Buffy along.

"Whoa Faith," Buffy protested, pulling away, "why?"

Faith pointed towards the dance floor," that's why," she said.

Buffy turned and saw a number of security guys coming towards them with shrimp guy in tow, "Oh man, what a baby," she said as Faith pulled her out of the club.

To be continued...