Hey guys! My new fic! This one was loosely inspired by the Panic! at the Disco song Build God, Then We'll Talk. The titles to the chapters are lyrics from the song, and possibly other P!atD songs. Hope you like!
Let's assume for a moment that the Trio managed to get away with the heist at the theme park in Seeing Red. Let's assume for a moment they ran away from Sunnydale, not wanting to risk staying. Let's assume for a moment the orbs weren't destroyed. Let's assume for a moment that someone else killed Tara, not important who. Let's assume someone else opened the Hellmouth for the first time. Let's assume for a moment Anya's still alive, and still a vengeance demon.
Let's assume that a bit over a year after Seeing Red, the Trio owns a nightclub called Triple Aura, living the life they've always dreamed. Sex. Money. Drugs. Everything.
Chapter 1: Sleeping With Roaches
"Hey boys," Warren said to his two followers. "See that brunette that just sat down? You know, the one with the leather jacket and tank top? Go get her for me,"
"She looks kinda scary," Jonathan muttered.
"She's not gonna take you away from us, is she?" one of Warren's many ladies pouted, leaning up against him. Warren sat in a rounded private booth with a harem of young, blonde women practically throwing themselves at him.
"Course not, baby," Warren grinned, hugging her close. He turn back to the boys standing at the edge of the table. "Go get her," he commanded.
"You got it, boss," Andrew said, grabbing Jonathan by the arm and making his way towards the girl.
The woman took her Long Island Iced Tea from the bartender and took a sip. If another guy hit on her, she swore she would snap his neck. She glanced over to the sleazy older man who'd just try to hit her up. Ugh.
"Excuse me, miss?" a man asked, tapping her shoulder. She turned to see two young men standing behind her seat, a blonde and a black haired one, the blonde holding a ridiculously fruity drink.
"What?" She grunted.
"My boss," The one with the fruity drink said, pointing back to a circular booth. "Would like to see you,"
"Tell him if he wants me, he has to talk to me himself," The woman laughed. "Tell him not to send his lackeys if he wants to impress,"
The duo of young men frowned and went back to their boss. Smirking, the woman went back to her drink. Tonight, she was looking to get crunk as fuck.
"She's not impressed enough by us," Jonathan shrugged. "She wants you to actually chat her up,"
Usually, in this sort of situation, Warren would shrug it off and focus on his current harem. But there was something about her that just...
"Ladies, can you let your daddy through for a bit?" Warren asked his crowd of girls, standing up.
"But Warren," The girls said. He gave them all a pointed look, and they let him through, pouting.
Warren went over and sat in the seat next to the brunette.
"Well, here I am," Warren said, turning to here. "Warren Mears. In the flesh. May I ask your name?"
"They call me Faith," the woman said, stirring her drink with her black painted fingernail. "I wasn't expecting you to actually join me,"
Faith smiled at Warren. So this was the guy Buffy had asked her to trail.
"What, you really think I'm that low, baby?" Warren asked. He turned to the bartender. "By the way, all of her drinks are on me tonight,"
"Wow, how generous," Faith smirked. "But don't call me baby unless you're gonna burp me,"
"Oh, I can do more than burp you," Warren smirked.
Faith studied him again. Cute enough for one night stand in order to gain intel? Maybe with more booze in her system. She took a large drink of her drink. She might need it.
"Like what?" Faith asked, tossing the tresses of her dark, wavy hair back.
"Wanna see?" Warren asked, leaning closer.
"You know what? Why the hell not?" Faith grinned.
"Come with me, then, baby," Warren said, grabbing her wrist.
This beauty. Her full lips, stained a deep red. Her large chocolate eyes. Pretty face. Perfect body. Warren was going to remember her, for sure. Her looks could possibly sell.
Warren led Faith through the crowd and up a staircase behind a locked door. They ended up in the massive apartment shared by the Trio. Faith looked around as she was led to a bedroom, looking for ways to get in and out without anyone noticing.
After she ended up in the bedroom, all thoughts of that were set aside for more exciting sensations. Two souls, bonding. Two souls who get off on pain, no doubt. Two souls, all night, blurring the lines of pain and pleasure.