Where would we be?

I'm on my third shot of tequila, you're on your second. I wonder if this is how the night is going to be. You holding back, and well, me not. I'm ok with it, I guess. It's what I need to get out what's coming tonight. Poor Buffy. I bet the other Scoobies can see right through me. I think Kennedy can. No, I'll re-word that, Kennedy can.



(FLASH-BACK, to the bus, right after the defeat and leaving Sunnydale.)



I sat right at the back. I liked that I could see everyone on the bus, I was at the back and no one took notice of me. I could take notice of whoever I liked!



Buffy sat at the front of the bus, talking with Wood. The son of a Slayer I slept with the other night. It was alright, I guess. I guess I would've rathered the owner of the bed, but hey we could've died in the next few days so live in the moment right? Plus blondie was all into the other blondie.



Speaking of, I looked at her, I could watch her from here, she was lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts of him I'm sure.



I wanted her out of there before anything could be said between them. I knew what was going to happen to him, I knew his fate. It seemed she did too, she wouldn't listen to me beckoning her to follow me out of that darned high-school.



I seemed to have forgotten Willow's woman sitting in the seat in-front of me. She turned around and grinned at my staring at Buffy.



"You're into her aren't you?" She asks me grinning.



I snap out of my thoughts and turn to look at the new brunette Slayer. It takes me a second to realize what she meant, and I shook my head. "No. Just..."



Kennedy holds up her hand to stop me talking any further, and chuckles at apparently feeble attempt to hide what I was thinking or rather, admiring?



"I know why you haven't told her yet."



I raise an eye-brow at her. "'Cause we haven't had time?" I grin.



She laughs. "Ah ha, no girl. I know. She's been into that Vampire the whole time I've known her, god knows what other guys since you've known her... Get my theme?"



"Yeah I see what you're playing at. You're all 'Faith hasn't made a move 'cause the girl in question is straight', well you're wrong. I'm straight too!"



Kennedy raises her eyebrows at me and nods. "Denial. Ok, well take my word for it, you never know what can happen. You were the chosen two, I don't think she's angry with you anymore, we have no idea what's ahead of us so... you never know."



She winks and I have to laugh. I like this girl's confidence. Her and Red make a cute couple.



(End of FLASH-BACK.)



Watching you bop your head to the music, tap your feet against the stool and eye the dancers on the dance-floor, I back down another shot of tequila, and tap you on the shoulder. "Wanna dance blondie?" I ask you grinning. You nod back and I grab your hand this time and drag you to the dance-floor. I silently hope that you don't dance off with someone else. I want to work some body-language here.



The music is fast and the bass is deep, and can hear it thump in my chest and it feels good. I lift up my arms and my whole body just moves with the music. I open my eyes and look at you, you look so good. Your hair covers your face and while not stopping your rhythm and movement, you move the hair out of your face. I move a little closer to you. My heart starts to beat faster.



You smile with one corner of your mouth and I grin to myself as you turn around, and dance against me. This is great, The alcohol creating atmosphere and giving me a little more confidence than I'd usually have in this type of situation, I move my arms out and around you, like I'm creating a space that's our space, for you to dance in. Is it my imagination or did you move closer to me?



But I'll keep my true thoughts locked,



inside my heart's black box



and it won't be found, it won't survive



through the smoke or the wreckage...