I Love How I Hate You

Oh, come on dammit. Is it asking that much for a few measly reviews? Okay, I know I'm starting to sound whiny and I hate that, but if I don't get a few more I'm not gonna post the next chap. So ha!

Buffy POV

Did I really just see Faith kiss that bartender?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Guess that’s how she always manages to get
plastered at this place without an ID.
Oh well, I wonder if Faith will get me another drink if I get all
jealous about it?

“Here you go,” she says, as she sets the pinkish colored
drink down in front of me. I get up to
let her sit and reclaim my place on her lap.

“What is this?” I
ask, taking a sip. Ooo,
it’s good.

“Sex on the beach.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Really?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I wonder why cocktails always have such sexy
names… Cocktails…style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Hehe…

“Okay, but I bet you get sand in some very uncomfortable places.”
I smile innocently, taking another drink.

“Yeah, your mom said that too,” she smirks.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Why does she always bring my mom into it?
Fuck you, Faith.

“Fuck you.”

“Told ya B, you’re not my type.”

“Apparently, I was twenty minutes ago when you threatened
to… what was it Faith? ‘Hoist my little
blonde ass onto this table and fuck me right here in front of everyone’ I think
were your exact words.” Willow
nearly chokes on her drink.

“What?!?” she sputters, “Where was I?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Poor Will.

“You were getting our drinks,” Faith replies without batting
an eyelash, “besides B, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Do you ever?” Now
it’s my turn to smirk. Willow
on the other hand, has turned redder than her hair.

“No, but your mom doesn’t seem to mind,” she follows this with
a very vulgar hand and tongue
motion. Gross!

“Eww, Faith. I hate
you.” Dammit, why does she always get to
win? Well, she’ll get hers, I’ll see to
that…

“Aw, face it, honey, you love me,” she wraps her arms my
middle.

“I know I do,” I sigh.
I hate you for it too.

Faith POV

I love winning, not so much for the win, but just to piss
off B.

“Did I see you kiss the bartender?” Red asks with a wry
smile. Shit.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I didn’t think they could see me from here.

“It was just a peck, Red,” B raises an eyebrow, “no really,
she won’t fuck me.”

“Well, that’s a first.
Finally found someone your charm won’t
work on?” Red taunts.

“No. For your
information, there’s a no screwing the customers policy here.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> My charm works on everyone, thank you very
much.” I stick out my tongue at her.

“Well, someone’s
self-assured.” Shut up Red.

“Wait, so you’re like cheating on my mom now?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> B tilts her head a little.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Damn, when did she start with the mom
comebacks? There’s no way I’m letting
her win this.

“No, well, we have very open minded relationship.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It isn’t cheating if she’s there
watching.” Ha!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Gotcha there, B.

B just scrunches up her nose in disgust.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I win.

A few more drinks later, B’s ready to dance and so am
I. She grabs my hand and drags me over
to the dance floor. It feels really hot
up in here and B’s grinding on me like she’s trying to get off, probably
is. Meanwhile, I’m horny as fuck and
what that little minx is selling, I ain’t
buying. I scan the crowd again to try
and spot Cordy.
I wanna get in round two.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Shit.
What the fuck? Is that B sucking
on my earlobe? Holy shit, it is.

“Will you get me another drink, Fai?”
she breathes into my ear. Fuck, she’s
making me so hot.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night.”

“Aw, c’mon, Faithy,
just one more? Please,” she pulls
away and puts on her pout. Fuck.

“That’s cheating, B,” this only makes her jut out her bottom
lip further.

“C’mon, Faith, I’ll give you road head…”

“Promises, promises,” I tease, but I relent and head over to
the bar to get another round. The moment
I reach the bar I immediately feel a hand on my shoulder.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I smile as I realize who it is.

“Hey gorgeous,” I say seductively.

“Hey yourself,” Cordy responds,
her voice husky and dripping with desire.

“So, you think you could handle another round?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Tess suddenly
appears behind the bar and I motion for two more shots, she pours them
quickly. I down mine instantlyclass=GramE>, tossing my head back to help the alcohol down.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m surprised when Cordy
imitates my actions and gives me a sly smile.
Well… not really…

“That was nice, but I wasn’t exactly thinking about drinking,
Faith.”

“Me neither.”

Cordy grins and bites her lip a
little. “C’mon,” she grabs my hand and
escorts me briskly out of the Bronze.