Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know the drill, anyone appearing on or mentioned on BtVS are ME's. New characters introduced here are mine.

Rating: R

Spoilers: None so far.

Warnings: Language (girls can be such potty mouths), slanguage heavy, general wackiness.

Pairing: Ensamble cast.

Setting: Season 7

Pork Rinds And Brimstone

byEris © 2003 - All rights reserved.

Chapter One

Kennedy opened a bleary eye as the sun's first rays tickled her nose from the open bedroom window. 'Whuzzat?' stumbled through her mind as she attempted to focus on the peculiar pink blur in front of her. Suddenly a shrill cry of, "JEEZUS CHRIST!" escaped her lips and she bounded from her sleeping bag in panic.

Scrambling sideways she landed on three other girls slumbering beside her to loud, cranky, too-early-morning protests of: "Stop it, biotch!"

"OW! Kennedy, fuck off!"

"Hey, Kennedy, this is a no lesbo sleeping bag!"

But she was not amused. "All right, which one of you slime balls did it!" She trumpeted waking everyone in the room now.

A pillow flew through the air to smack her and more disgruntled potentials voiced their dissatisfaction. "Shut the fuck up people are trying to sleep!"

"Will ya' get offa me!"

"Get a grip!"

"Get stuffed!"

"Get a room!"

"Another room besides this one!"

Giggles erupted throughout the bedroom at that comment.

"Shut uuuuup!"

But Kennedy was not to be put off. "I mean it!" She continued. "Which one of you twisted bitches did it?"

"What are you on about?" Rona asked grumpily sitting up and scratching her head.

"Who put that thing on my pillow?" She pointed hysterically.

Rubbing their eyes they looked.

"What thing? I don't see anything." Came from someone somewhere.

"The toy?" Another voiced confused.

"Aw, a stuffed piggy." Vi picked it up admiring its cuteness and cooed. "Hello, piggy."

Shannon snatched him from her and began to toss him about, "Where'd ya get the stuffed oinker, K?"

"Hey knock it off!" Cheyanne griped as it landed on her face.

"Guys, come on, be quiet it's five thirty, for criminy..." Rona whined roughly taking the toy away and chucking it at Kennedy's head.

Kennedy hunkered into a ball attempting to make herself as small as possible and put her hands up defensively. "Aahh, get it way from me!"

"What IS your problem?" Cheyanne asked irritably as it struck her again.

"I... don't like pigs, okay." She revealed hesitant to share with the gaggle of girls.

"Hello, stuffed." Shannon directed at Kennedy, the toy coming into her possession once more and waving it about.

"It's a teddy bear, dumb ass." Rona said pointing out the obvious and grabbing it again.

"Teddy pig." Corrected Vi.

"Whatever." She retorted and tossed it at her.

"You have a cat in your back pack." Jeannie reminded sleepily.

"Cats I like." Kennedy defended with a smart assed sneer.

"Meooooow." Came from somewhere in the room followed by, "Oh, that's too easy." This elicited another round of giggles from the girls and a, "Shut up still trying to sleep here."

"So Kennedy's afraid of pigs?" Vi reiterated smugly.

"Noooo." She defended poorly, "I just don't like them is all."

"This is just rich, a big slayer wannabe a'scared of pigs."

Shannon giggled. "Let's just hope she never comes across any vampire porkers or she's totally screwed."

"Shut up, Shannon!" Kennedy barked angrily.

Suddenly the door flew open. "What the heck is going on in here!" Buffy bellowed wiping at one crusty eye. Then realized she was none the quieter and lowered her voice to just above a hush. "Are you all crazy? Why is everyone up and making with the noisage?"

The throng of wall to wall girls sighed in unison answering, "Kennedy."

Kennedy's eyes went wide as dinner plates and her mouth fell open at being scapegoated.

Buffy cast her a fed up glance. "Kennedy, this is not some cheesy slumber party video shoot. Everyone here needs their rest including you if you're going to be prepared, so, I suggest you-" But stopped abruptly upon spying a pink something amid the clutter of bags and blankets. She entered the room stepping over personages crossing over to Kennedy and snatched the little pink treasure from the floor. "Where did this come from?"

"That's what I've been trying to find out-" She started to explain but was cut off.

"Rhetorical." Buffy snapped. "This is Mr. Gordo." She waggled him at her. "Mr. Gordo is mine, he has mucho importante sentimental value, and I'd appreciate it if, while you," she raised her voice, "and everyone listening to my not happy, much-too-early-to-be-awake-and-functional voice, would not touch my personal things without asking first."

"But-" Kennedy sputtered.

"There are way too many of you girls here to be playing stupid games and practical jokes. Now go back to sleep." Buffy retraced her steps glancing back sternly at Kennedy just once before she closed the door behind her.

"Thanks a lot, ladies." Kennedy grumbled fuming at being hung out to dry. "You sure you're all potentials and not witches?" She slugged her pillow a couple of times releasing some dissatisfaction then dropped down into her sleeping bag huffily jerking it over her head.

"Gooood niiiight, Kennedy." A few of the girls sing-song in unison followed by mocking giggles.

"Fuck off." She groused and rolled over disgusted with her potential bunkmates.

To be continued in Chapter Two