A/N: Sorry its been such a long time ya'll here's lettin' you know that I am indeed still alive.
CHAPTER 6 - Beer Bad
Buffy POV
I woke up and immediately sprinted to the bathroom, good thing it's not far away in Faith's small apartment. I almost didn't make it. After a few minutes of retching and emptying last nights' drinks into the toilet, I feel a pair of strong hands gently begin to rub my back, then pull my hair back out of my face.
"You okay, B?" she asks, concerned.
I can only respond with more vomiting. What the hell did I drink last night? Oh god. I can't believe there's more.
Faith POV
I gotta say that waking up to the sounds of B puking up her guts is really fuckin' hot. Well, not really, it made me feel kinda bad. But it did make all those naughty thoughts go away – funny how a little vomit can do that, well, a lot of vomit. I always forget that she's a lightweight. At Xan's last birthday party she had two Mike's and a shot of Smirnoff then passed out cold. Pansy.
Quietly padding into the bathroom, I take a seat on the edge of the tub next to her and tenderly rub her back.
"You okay, B?" I ask, as I pull her hair out of her face. Hmm… guess not. Wow, that's gotta be some kind of world record or something, at least for someone her size.
"Faith…" she begins, but is interrupted by another surge of heaving.
Damn, I didn't know that such a small girl could throw up so much. After she finished, got cleaned up and made herself presentable again, it was time to take her home. Apparently, she forgot to tell her mom that she'd be spending the night at my place. Then again, I suppose that's my fault too.
…
When we get to B's house, her mom opens the door before we even make it up the walkway.
"Hi Miss Summers, you look lovely today," I say in the most ass-kissing tone I can muster.
"Oh hello Faith," she smiles brightly. She takes one look at B though and her demeanor immediately changes. "Buffy Anne Summers, how many times do I have to tell you that if you plan on being out all night that you have to tell me? Or at least leave some kind of note or something."
B suddenly finds her feet incredibly interesting.
"Sorry, mom, it won't happen again," she mumbles.
"You're damn right it won't happen again Buffy, you're grounded," the older Summers' states matter-of-factly.
"But mom!" Buffy whines like a petulant child, which, she kind of is, just a big petulant child – okay, maybe not that big.
"Uh, uh-uh, no 'buts' about it, Buffy," she holds up her hand to stop any further objections, "You're grounded for 2 weeks, no going out, no TV and no cell phone." The last part is added as an afterthought. B's head snaps back to look at her mother and her eyes get wide as saucers.
"No… no… phone?" she looks like she's going to cry. Shit, if she cries, I'm gonna feel bad, like really bad. After all, this is partially… mostly… erm, completely my fault. I did get her drunk. Joyce simply holds out her hand with a 'hand it over' look on her face.
B hands over the cherished cell phone, but not without a little whimper. Its actually pretty cute.
Buffy POV
"This is all your fault, Faith," I accuse her while she's still halfway in my window.
"Me? How is this my fault?" she looks at me dubiously.
"Yes, you. You just had to get me drunk, didn't you?" I remind her none too gently.
"Hey, I did just scale the side of your freakin' house to come and entertain you because you asked me to, I could be out chasing some tail right now."
"Wow, your compassion and selflessness astounds me," I deadpan.
"It better," she replies in her usual Faith cockiness.
"God, I am SO bored," I whine, I've been cooped up in this house with no cell phone for like 2 days now. It's unbearable. Faith props herself up on her elbows and looks at me, then she tilts her head to side appears to think for a moment.
"Well, ya wanna get a pizza and fuck?" she asks casually.
WHAT? Did she just say what I think she did? I can't speak so I settle for a deer in the headlights look.
"What, B? You don't like pizza?"
I continue to stare, I open my mouth a little but no sound comes out.
"Or… do ya wanna get all KY'd up and wrassel?" she asks more animated this time. She pauses for a moment and then her eyes light up with excitement, "Oh, oh, I know! We could get some shaving cream, a few oranges, a razor, go to the zoo and break into the—"
"Faith!" Jesus, where does even come up with this shit?
"What? Quit looking at me like that."
I look at her suspiciously, "Where do you even come up with— never mind, I really don't want to know."
"Well this one time, we got drunk and there was this—" I hold up my hand to stop her.
"I said I didn't want to know," I sigh, but I can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of my lips. She's just so damned silly sometimes.
"Hey, speaking of food, you wanna run downstairs and get me something to drink, B? Maybe something to eat while you're at it?" her stomach rumbles in agreement.
"What, do I look like your servant now?" I sneer, "Go and get it yourself."
"Uh… hello? Your mom, you're grounded," she looks at me like I've gone retarded.
Duh, I know I'm grounded, don't need her reminding me, it's why I'm so damn bored remember?
"Oh, mom's not home, go get it yourself," I reply indifferently picking up a nearby magazine. She gets up and walks towards the door, a sudden realization hits her as her entire body tenses up.
"Wait, what? Your mom isn't home?" she spins around to look at me.
"Nope," I don't even look up from what I'm reading, it's about time she figured this one out.
Silence. Her gears are clicking and grinding, trying to process the information I just gave her.
"Then why the fuck did I just climb up the side of your fucking house and through your window?"
I look up at her and smile this time. Smart girl.
"I just wanted you to do it, it rained this afternoon and I knew it'd be slippery. I was actually just waiting for you to fall on your ass," I can't help but snigger a little at the last part.
"Bitch," cue another stomach growl, "I'd kick your ass, but I'm gonna eat first."
"Oh and Faith, there's pizza in the fridge," I yell at her as she's about halfway down the stairs. She loves me.
Faith POV
"What, B? You don't like pizza?"
She continues with the stare, her mouth opens a little but no sound comes out.
"Or… do ya wanna get all KY'd up and wrassel? Oh, oh, I know! We could get some shaving cream, a few oranges, a razor, go to the zoo and break into the—"
"Faith!" ah, she seems to have found her voice.
"What? Quit looking at me like that."
She gives me a look, you know, that 'what is wrong with you? No seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?' look.
"Where do you even come up with— never mind, I really don't want to know," B stops herself.
"Well this one time, we got drunk and there was this—" she holds up her hand to stop me.
"I said I didn't want to know," B sighs, but gives me the tiniest of smiles. I roll my eyes at her. Pfft, not hair doesn't grow back… or is it fur? Whatever.
"Hey, speaking of food, you wanna run downstairs and get me something to drink, B? Maybe something to eat while you're at it?" my stomach rumbles accordingly.
"What, do I look like your servant now? Go and get it yourself."
"Uh… hello? Your mom, you're grounded," I give her a 'you're dumb' look.
"Oh, mom's not home, go get it yourself," she replies as she picks up a nearby magazine. I get up and walk to her bedroom door, something hits me as my hand touches the doorknob.
"Wait, what? Your mom isn't home?" I ask turning to look at her.
"Nope," the brat doesn't even look up.
"Then why the fuck did I just climb up the side of your fucking house and through your window?"
It was raining earlier and that fuckin' lattice outside is slippery as shit, I could've killed myself… well, maybe not, but I definitely could've broken something. She looks up at me and gives me a big Cheshire cat smile.
"I just wanted you to do it, it rained this afternoon and I knew it'd be slippery. I was actually just waiting for you to fall on your ass."
"Bitch," cue another stomach growl, "I'd kick your ass, but I'm gonna eat first."
"Oh and Faith, there's pizza in the fridge," the little tease calls as I'm halfway down the stairs. Bitch. I really hate her.