Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own them. I'm not sure I even want to, anyway… So, just so we're clear, BTVS and Ats are the property of Joss Whedon, ME, and whoever else can legally claim them and not end up sued and broke. I just play with them a little…

Author: BlackbAngeL

Summary: AU. Buffy Summers, straight girl if there ever was one, meets the guy of her dreams… in a gay club. Can you say "Huh?!"? Wackiness ensues. BA, all the way!

Rating: PG

Note: This is a pathetic excuse for a fic, that I wrote because I was bored out of my mind. If it's really lame, blame it on my sad life. lol

I don't want to give away the pairings, so, just know that besides the obvious, there will also be a lot of m/m and f/f couples. I might even make some non-gay characters become gay… no, scratch that, I WILL make some them take a 180 in their sexuality, so, I hope I won't offend anyone. Ye be warned, folks, read at your own risk.

Oh, and, WOAS and Set me Free are coming soon!

This one's not really long, so, it will soon be complete, I won't make you wait!

Dedication: I had a surreal conversation on the phone with my mother a few weeks ago, she was complaining about her friend who wanted to take her with him to a gay club (so she could get some eye candy to dull the boredom of her single life…), and she didn't know if she could handle the vision of all those hotties walking around and not giving her a second glance, because let's face it, she's not really said eye candy's type. She gave me the idea for this fic, so, here you go Mom, that one's for you!

o o o o o o o

Los Angeles, May 2007

"I can't believe I'm actually even considering letting you drag me there. Why I finally agreed, it's a mystery."

Lindsey let out yet another exasperated sigh at the sound of his best friend's voice. Really, he loved that girl, but sometimes she could be… trying. He smiled from his place on her bed as her pretty face appeared from behind her closet door, and gave her a knowing look.

"You're letting me because you love me, and because you know you'll have a good time, and because if you don't, I might have to resort to violence," he replied, whispering the last part with a playful glare.

The blonde tried to hold back her own grin, but, failing miserably, she hid it from his eyes by going back to her task: finding clothes to wear tonight.

"You wouldn't" she retorted "Besides, you know I could take you anytime…"

Buffy Summers had been best friends with Lindsey Mac Donald for so long that sometimes, she couldn't remember when or where they had met. She had probably still been wearing diapers at the time, so, it wasn't that strange after all… Neighbours, they had spent their childhood together, going through everything that had been sent their way hand in hand, whether it be her parents' divorce or his brother's downfall after high school. Friends 'til the end, true to the promise they had made when she was nine and he was eleven.

If Buffy had ever had a crush for her handsome and funny friend, she had soon understood that she wasn't really his type. A problem of gender, apparently, and since at the time it might have happened she had been growing breasts, any kind of relationship other than that of a brother and sister would have been out of the question. That's why she had never, ever carried a torch for him.

Never.

Okay, maybe a little one, but she wouldn't admit it under torture. She had been thirteen at the time after all… Perhaps when they were old and grey, and living together in a gigantic loft with a bunch of cats, she would confess. But if she had anything to say about it, she would take it to her grave.

Buffy shook her head as memories of their youth invaded her mind, and grabbed a blue top from the shelf in front of her. With a dramatic shout of triumph, she stepped out of the closet, only clad in her bra and lacy panties, and held it in front of her.

"What do you think?" she asked her friend, already knowing what kind of response he would give her.

He just sighed, and shook his head before running his hands down his face in mock exasperation. "Buff, just because I'm gay doesn't mean I read Cosmo, and it's the tenth one you show me! Just get dressed already!"

She grinned, and proceeded to put on the strapless piece of clothing. Straight or not, men were still men. "Just kidding, I'll wear that one, and my lucky jeans."

Lindsey raised his eyebrows. "Your lucky jeans? You actually expect to get lucky tonight?" he asked, and she just shrugged "You never know…"

"Buffy, princess, I don't want to burst your bubble, but we're going to the 'Lair'. I doubt any guy there will even give you a second glance…"

The blonde pouted, and groaned. "Don't remind me… You do know that this night out will end up with me sulking on the couch with a can of ice cream and my yummy sushi pj's, right?" she asked from under her top. When she finally surfaced again, she smoothed down her long hair and took a deep breath "Because, really, I already have trouble finding anybody who can cope with my bubbling personality on a more than two weeks basis, so, if I start hunting in the wrong field, I'll end up wrinkled and bitter before you know it," She told him with a pointed look.

He just chuckled, and headed out of her room. "Okay, I'll bail out before you start explaining how sex deprivation will be the death of you, and I'll just grab a beer while you make yourself pretty, kay?"

Buffy just waved her hand, busy as she was to try and fit into her tight faded jeans.

o o o o o o o

One hour later, Lindsey was pulling his dark blue convertible in front of the entrance of the club he liked to hang out in, and scanning the crowd from his place behind the wheel, hoping to see the familiar face of his boyfriend.

"You're so whipped…"

The sound of his friend's voice snapped him out of the reverie thoughts of Graham's broad shoulders had invoked in him, and he turned around to look at Buffy as she checked her appearance in the rear-view mirror. She gave him a sideways smirk before resuming her self-observation.

The handsome young man shook his head at her antics, and waved a hand in front of her face. "You're buff, Buff, now quit staring at yourself you're gonna make the mirror crack…"

Even if she always had trouble believing it when he told her so, Buffy was a beautiful young woman. She was only twenty-three, she was blonde and had eyes that never ceased to amaze him… they changed colors with the weather, or with her mood, and Lindsey could swear whenever she looked at him, he could see her heart in them. She was rather small, with a lithe body that never failed to attract looks, though she was completely oblivious of that fact, convinced as she was that no guy with a sane mind would ever want to go out with her.

Past experiences with not-so-nice guys had kind of dulled her self-confidence.

After Lindsey had paid them a visit, neither of those guys had ever even set eyes on Buffy ever again. He could be really persuasive. And that was something he would never tell her… he knew she would have his head if she ever learned that he had been playing the dark avenger for her. Buffy was a particularly independent woman, and the perfect illustration of the expression "Looks can be deceiving". She may be small and pretty, but she was no damsel in distress.

But still, in her heart, and he perfectly knew it, she wasn't as strong and sure of herself as she wanted people to believe… She wore it on her sleeve, which made it all the more vulnerable, and if there was one thing Lindsey wouldn't want to see, it was a broken-hearted Buffy. Not if he could help it, anyway.

They stepped out of the car and the pretty blonde locked her arm with his as they walked towards the entrance.

"I swear, Linds, if I get hit on by a girl…"

"We'll laugh about it next week, and you'll remember how great an evening it was and actually feel really flattered" he finished, leaving no room for argument. He knew his friend really didn't mind if a woman made a move on her, it wasn't like it would be the first time anyway, and he also knew she just wanted to point out the fact that she was doing this for him.

His relationship with Graham was on the 'on again' mode, after a three weeks long break, and as ridiculous as it may seem for a twenty-five year old grown man to feel that way, he wasn't sure he could go through the whole evening without the emotional support of the girl he considered his sister.

As they made their way inside the 'Lair', Buffy kept babbling about her day, still dangling at his arm. They made a stunning couple, and they knew it… He was a really handsome man, with his light brown hair and deep blue eyes… they looked like a match made in Heaven. They had often played that card, especially during Lindsey's business diners. For a lawyer at Wolfram & Hart, the most important law firm in California, being gay wasn't really a plus, so, Buffy had played the devoted fiancée… which he had had to make up for countless times, usually by sitting through reruns of Friends with her and holding her marshmallows and ice cream. Or by taking her to the movies. Or shopping. Or… anything that went through her mind, actually.

"Lindsey!! Buffy!!"

They both turned around as a voice called out their names. A smile spread up on Lindsey's face as Graham elbowed his way through the crowd to meet them, and Buffy waved her hand enthusiastically at him.

"Hey!" she said before hugging him "Long time no see…"

He smiled at her. "Yeah… and yet every time I see you you're getting more and more beautiful…"

Lindsey gave him a playful glare, and chuckled as Buffy turned a bright shade of pink. "If I didn't know any better, Graham, I'd think you were trying to seduce my best friend. Hands off, she's mine…"

They all laughed at that and Graham just winked at his boyfriend, squeezing his hand. "I don't know why you insist on coming here" he told him "we should try something new next time" he said, looking around. "I mean, really, a gay club? How cliché…"

Lindsey shrugged. "Maybe, but I doubt we would get free drinks anywhere else…"

Graham shook his head enthusiastically."You definitely have a point… I always wondered, how do you do this? Did you sleep with the barman and never told me?"

"The barman is a barmaid, Graham… remember?"

"Okay then, did Buffy sleep with the barmaid and never told me?"

Buffy let out a laugh "Damn, my dirty little secret is out…" she said between chuckles "Faith and I did have a really hot affair back in freshman year… here I thought nobody would guess…" she joked, shaking her head.

"I knew you always looked guilty for a reason…"

They walked towards a table near the dance floor, exchanging pleasantries and commenting the latest football game… Well, Lindsey and Graham did, anyway, Buffy just listened and pretended she was interested, keeping her eyes on the crowd.

She didn't come to 'the Lair' very often. The main reason being that she felt a little out of place… And seeing cute guys walking around but smiling at Lindsey was somehow depressing. Usually, she ended up at the bar, talking to her friend Faith. She and the pretty brunette had been friends for a long time, ever since high school.

Faith kept swearing up and down that the blonde wasn't the only 'straight' person hanging out at the club, and that if she really looked, she could find some interesting specimen of the male species who would like nothing better than to get to know her. But after a few failures, Buffy had stopped believing it. Urban legend, probably.

Lindsey left to get them drinks, and in the meantime Buffy tried to get Graham to the dance floor, ready to use physical strength if she had to, but all her attempts fell flat. He and Lindsey didn't dance. Ever.

It wasn't for lack of trying on her part.

Slightly disappointed, she downed her margarita, and after one or two minutes of intense boredom, decided to leave the happy couple alone and get a few more drinks. Apparently, Lindsey didn't need her that much.

Men.

"Hey Faith!" she called, trying to cover the loud music when she finally sat on one of the high leather stools.

"Hey, Buff…" the brunette replied with a smile, as she filled a glass with beer "How are ya doin'? Keeping watch of Mr. Love?"

The blonde chuckled. "Yeah, well, I would, but he found somebody way more interesting than little ol' me…"

"Ah… men… you can't change them…" she started, then frowned "well, at least, that's what I've been told."

Buffy just smiled. "So, that's why I think I deserve another margarita," she said cheerfully "Pretty please?"

"Anything for you, sweetie…" the brunette said with a wink. "So, he's back with Graham?" she asked as she gave Buffy her glass.

"Yep" her friend replied "Thanks!" She took a sip of her drink "I should really slow down with those," she said, eyeing the alcohol before her. "Two more and I'll table dance…"

Faith burst out laughing. "Wouldn't wanna miss that…" she replied. "So, what's new? Not that I want to gossip or anything, but, seriously, I haven't seen you in ages. Any boy-toy waiting for you at home?" she asked with a wriggle of her eyebrows.

Buffy's shoulders slumped, and she took another sip. "Are you kidding? Between my job at the gallery, the one at Starbucks, and my 'crazy nights of fun', whenever would I find the time to see a guy?"

"You know, you don't actually need the two jobs… why don't you drop the one at the coffee shop? It's not like you really need the money…" Faith asked her friend while handing a glass to a guy next to her.

The blonde was silent for a spell. "Well, you know, I really can't let them down…" she explained, trying her best to look enthusiastic and convinced. "One of the girls left and… and…" she stopped, not knowing what to say.

"And you just want to keep yourself busy so you don't spend your days alone at home" the brunette stated matter-of-factly.

Buffy gaped at her, her eyes opened wide. "I didn't say that!"

"You don't need to say it, it's written on your face."

"When exactly did you become so good at interpreting other people's behaviours and choices?" the blonde asked, crossing her arms.

Faith gave her a mock glare. "I did go to psych 101 with you, remember?"

Buffy snorted, and smirked. "For two weeks, yeah."

Her friend shrugged. "That Walsh woman was getting on my nerves…"

"Yeah, like 75 other percent of the population in L.A," she replied "Or in California. Or even in the world, now that I think about it."

Faith just laughed. Why deny the truth, after all…

"Besides," Buffy continued "I'm not working just to keep myself busy".

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that…" her friend replied, shaking her head, as she reached for a bottle of Rum behind her back.

They remained silent for a few minutes after that. Faith was too busy with the customers, jumping from one side of the counter to the other in a graceful dance, bottle in her right hand and glass in the left. She was one of the attractions of the club, a feminine version of Tom Cruise in Cocktail… Buffy watched her for a few minutes, until she thought it would be a good idea to go back to Lindsey and Graham… She had been gone for longer than she thought she would be.

She waved a hand at Faith to tell her she was leaving, grabbed her half-filled glass, and took a few steps towards her friends. She was halfway there when she realised she had forgotten her purse on the counter. She whipped around abruptly… Only to bump into something large and hard, that after a second she identified as a male chest.

A male chest that was now covered in her margarita.

She brought a hand to her mouth. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she started to babble about how much of a klutz she could be, and raised her face to meet his eyes…

And then she was lost.

The proprietor of the aforementioned broad shoulders was looking back at her with the most amazing chocolate eyes she'd ever seen, so deep and… smiling?

Yes, he was smiling at her.

Everything fell into the background as she stared into those orbs, the only sound in her ears that of her own heart beating in her chest. Time stopped, and for a second, she didn't know where she was, what she was doing… she didn't know where it came from either, the only thing she could think about was how nice it would be to look at those eyes everyday. And snuggle into those arms… and hear that voice…

Voice?

She shook out of her daze as she realized he was talking to her, and came back to reality. The loud music she had been oblivious of for the last few seconds assaulted her ears and she jumped slightly.

"Don't worry" he said. The light was dim, but she could make out each and every one of his handsome features. He was tall, with a straight nose, his brown hair spiking around in such a way he looked like was just coming out of bed. Messy definitely equalled sexy on him.

"Huh?" 'Geez, get a grip, Buffy'

It took him a second to reply. He averted his eyes from hers and ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. 'Don't swoon, don't swoon… God, I'm a nutcase' "I said, don't worry… it's no big deal". He shrugged, looking uncomfortable.

When she managed to formulate a coherent thought, she got a paper towel for her purse, and proceeded to wipe the alcohol off his silk shirt. "Really, I'm sorry, I'm such a spaz… I- I'll pay the dry cleaner bill, or I'll buy you a- a new shirt, or…" she was babbling, and stuttering… what was wrong with her?

He cut her off by grabbing her wrists and pushing them of his chest. She held back a gasp as the contact of his skin against hers made her feel suddenly alive, as if she'd never been aware of that part of her body. The tingling she felt spread up to her elbows, shoulders… But as soon as it had started, it stopped. He let go of her hands as if he'd been burned, and she frowned slightly, looking back up at his face. He smiled nervously and waved a hand. "No, really… don't worry about it… I'll…"

It was his time to stutter, and Buffy suddenly understood.

The high she had been on for the last few minutes ever since she'd met his eyes came to a halt, and reality hit her like a ton of bricks. She took a second to take a look at him, a long, hard one… handsome, with a killer smile… he was perfect. For her, anyway.

But… she sighed inwardly, there was always a but, especially where her life was concerned. That particular one almost made her want to cry. She should be used to this, it wasn't like it was the first time it happened.

So, 'but' she was at 'The Lair'.

Every handsome guy, or every guy period, in this place was gay. The whole club was filled with hunks who where more interested in her best friend than in her, what should she expect… Just one more reason to come back home and sulk. 'Cookie dough, here I come' she thought dejectedly.

She tried not to show her disappointment, and just gave him a tight smile. "Okay then… but if you change your mind, I hang out here really often," she lied.

He nodded, and put a hand on his neck in what she recognized as a nervous gesture. "I'll see you, then… Bye".

And he walked away.

She watched his back until he disappeared in the crowd, and sighed, shaking her head. "I knew I shouldn't have come…" she muttered under her breath.

A hand on her arm made her jump, and she turned around. Lindsey was behind her, looking in the direction of the man who'd just walked out of her sight. "Wow… who's the hottie?" he asked, an appreciative look in his eyes.

She smiled at him, and pouted. He shoulders slumped, she took a deep breath "The walking illustration of the expression 'life is unfair'…" she replied, whining. He chuckled, unaware of his friend's distress. "Plenty of fish in the sea, Buff… plenty of fish in the sea."

He walked back to their table, leading her by the arm. She glared at the back of his head, and grimaced as she mimicked his earlier statement in a twisted parody of his voice "Plenty of fish in the sea, Buff…" she muttered, and she stuck her tongue at him.

Childish, yes, but she really couldn't help it.

o o o o o o o

"I can't believe I let you two drag me here" Angel said for the umpteenth time this evening. He was just entering 'The Lair' with Gwen in tow, a Gwen who was smiling like a madwoman as the closest thing she'd ever have to a brother-in-law complained again about hers and her girlfriend's choice of place to hang out in.

Or, in her girlfriend's case, choice of place to work at.

She just shook her head and locked arms with him, he would get over it anyway… and besides, it wasn't like he hadn't always known that his sister liked her significant others with long hair, no additional appendix, and preferably no trace of testosterone, thank you very much. He had been fine with it from the beginning, unlike some other members of their dispatched and dysfunctional family.

Gwen was actually pretty sure he was complaining only because his promise to his sister and herself made him miss the season's most important hockey game. Well, too bad, he should have thought about it earlier.

She heard him sigh in defeat as they headed for the bar, and she laughed inwardly. "Hey big guy" she said "relax… who knows, you might meet the love of your life tonight!"

He just glared at her, but she wasn't impressed. She would be damned if he didn't have fun tonight, she fully intended to make him open up and mingle a little. First, because it would break her girlfriend's heart to see her half-brother sulking again, and second, well, because she kinda liked the guy… he was pretty decent, for a man.

She was deep in thoughts when a familiar sweet voice rang up next to her hear. "Hey there, beautiful…"

Gwen smiled and turned around to find Faith smiling at her. And like every time she met the brunette's eyes, she thanked the Gods that she was a part of her life. She brushed her lips with hers, and remained there for a second, a promise of what would happen when Faith's shift was over. They broke apart, grinning like idiots, and Faith whipped around to greet her brother, who was looking at her with a tender smile.

Gwen couldn't help but grin herself, those two adored each other, but they couldn't meet as often as often as they would want to… they were half-siblings, they only had the same father, but it made no difference for them. She hadn't known her girlfriend then, but she knew that when Angel had left California to study art on the East Coast, Faith had been heartbroken, even if she had probably tried to hide it… so ever since the brunette had started highschool, she and her brother had talked on the phone almost every week, but had seen each other only when Faith left for the holiday to visit him, or for the few Christmas he had spent with her in California. And now, he was back for good, he had been there only a day and already Gwen loved him.

Well, he wasn't the most outgoing person, but he had something that made her trust him. And just the way he looked at Faith, she could only like him for that…

Gwen came back to reality when Faith waved a hand in front of her face, eyebrows raised. "Anyone up there?" she asked with a smile.

Her girlfriend shook out of her thoughts, and smiled back before winking and following Angel. They both sat on the high leather stools and watched Faith working for awhile. She brought them their drinks, and headed off to the other side of the bar to talk to a blonde Gwen identified as Buffy after a few minutes… she smiled and was about to get up and go to her to greet her, but before she could move, her friend was gone. She shrugged and went back to her conversation with Angel. She would see her later.

"So, what are you planning to do tomorrow, your first official day back to California?" she asked him with a smile.

"I've been back since yesterday," he replied, frowning.

"Yeah, well, you were jet lagged, it doesn't count… you spent the day sleeping."

"That's not true!" Angel said defensively.

Gwen snorted. "Oh come on… for a second I thought I would have to jump-start you to wake you up…"

The tall brown haired man finally smiled. "True…you win"

She smiled "Of course I do… So? What are you gonna do?"

Angel started to reply when Faith came back to them, holding a black purse in her hands. She hid it under the counter before raising her face to talk to Gwen. "Buffy forgot her purse... I swear, if that girl didn't have her head firmly planted on her neck, she would forget it on her bedside table…"

"Like somebody else I know…" Angel chided in.

Faith glared at him. "You've been back for what, 30 hours, and you're already trying to get on my nerves…"

He just smiled at her, a half smile Gwen just knew would make her melt on the spot if… well, if she liked men at all.

"I hope he didn't bother you…" Faith told her girlfriend.

"Nah, don't worry, I have the situation under control"

"Fine," the brunette replied, before turning towards her brother. "Behave…"

"Yes, sir…" he replied "And before you go, where's the bathroom?"

Faith pointed a door on the other side of the room, before disappearing again behind a stall of bottles. Angel stood up, and headed for the place his sister had showed him.

o o o o o o o

That club wasn't that bad after all, Angel thought as he pushed through the crowd. He was having a good time with Gwen, who he thought was great for his sister, and not once had he had to face any embarrassing situation, like having to decline an invitation to dance… he briefly wondered if Faith had warned them all, but quickly shook the thought away, it was ridiculous.

Though, he wouldn't put it past his sister. When she was in fifth grade, she had punched one of her classmates, breaking his nose, because he had said her brother looked like he had a toilet brush stuck on his head… some boy called William… she had come back home with a black eye, but also a proud smile their father hadn't managed to wipe off her face, despite his many attempts.

So now, after all these years, where Faith was concerned, he was pretty sure nothing could surprise him anymore.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts, and so intent on trying to ignore the many looks that followed him, that he didn't notice he was walking into someone.

A small and blonde someone who unfortunately carried a full glass of what, after being covered in it, he identified as Margarita. Just his luck… an Armani silk shirt, for Pete's sake…

The girl was obviously embarrassed; she kept repeating she was sorry and babbled something about being the earth's worst Klutz… Cute, but it wasn't going to replace his clothes… He was about to snap at her angrily when he raised his face, and met her eyes.

It was all it took to stop him dead in his tracks. He was staring in an amazing pair of mortified hazel eyes, and he couldn't help but smile… he would let that girl spill all the margaritas she wanted on him, he would be fine with it, as long as she kept looking at him…

Where had that thought come from?

"It's no big deal," he finally managed to say "really, I didn't like it that much, anyway…"

He flinched as the girl jumped slightly, and broke the eye contact. "Don't worry," he finished.

He stared at her, waiting for an answer, a word, anything to hear her voice clearly… she had the most delicate features he had ever seen, he was positive of that fact. Smooth skin that, even under the blinking lights of the club seemed to glow, long blond hair that brushed her back, lips he would die to kiss only once…

"Huh?" the girl finally said, shaking him out of his musings. Okay, it wasn't the most eloquent of reply, but it was still a start, wasn't it? She had a pretty voice. He wondered what her name was…

It took him a second, but he eventually realized that she expected something from him… and if he wasn't mistaken, it was to repeat what his earlier words.

He averted his eyes from hers, she was way too distracting. He was going to look like an idiot if he kept that up. "Geez, get a grip, Angel… that's what Faith would say. And Faith always knows what to do in that kind of situation…right?" He ran a hand through his hair to try and clear his head… and that's when it hit him. Like a truck on the highway.

Thinking about Faith… He was at the Lair. That beautiful vision of girl would probably be more interested in his sister than in him.

Figured… that was partially why he never wanted to accompany the brunette here. Now, he was good for a night with a beer at some dark and stinky bar, like any other disillusioned man. What a picture…

She said something he didn't get, engrossed as he was in his realizations. Only when she touched his chest to wipe off the alcohol did he react; he grabbed her wrists to try and keep her away from him… no need to worsen the disappointment. The moment their skins touched, he felt like he had stuck his fingers in an electric socket. A rush of electricity went up his arm, and then his whole body… but not in a bad way.

Which only made things worse. He brutally let go of her hands as if she'd burnt him. "No, really… don't worry about it… I'll…" he finally uttered, only wanting to turn away, half because of embarrassment, and half because of disappointment.

He watched as her features tensed. She gave him a tight smile "Where has the sweetness gone too?" and took a step back. "Okay then… but if you change your mind, I hang out here really often," she said.

He just nodded, not knowing what else to do… He put his hand on his neck in a nervous gesture, trying to find something to say, but, coming out blank, he gave up. "I'll see you then… Bye."

And he walked away, chastising himself about his lack of self control… He was a grown man, for God's sake, what was it with this woman that made him suddenly turn into the shy schoolboy he'd never been?

o o o o o o

None of the two ever saw the two pairs of fascinated eyes that followed the whole exchange. After Buffy and Angel separated, both persons hesitated between laughing, or shaking their head in disbelief… The latter finally came first, and they snapped of their daze.

Gwen was the first to recover, and the beginning of a laugh shook her slim frame. Faith quickly followed, and both ended up chuckling as quietly as possible for a whole minute. When the last tremors of amusement left their bodies, they looked at each other. They hadn't heard what had been said, but they'd gotten the gist of it. No need to be a genius…

"Think we should tell them?" Gwen asked her girlfriend. This was really priceless.

Faith remained silent and just stared at the other brunette for a spell, trying to decide what was best…

Both girls made their minds at the same second.

"Nah" they said, shaking their heads, devilish smiles on their faces. Faith went back to drying the glasses in front of her as her girlfriend settled back on her stool.

"Let's entertain ourselves, shall we?" Gwen suggested with a wink. Faith could only nod enthusiastically.

This was going to be really fun…

TBC

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Special Thanks to AngstAddicted, who Beta'd it, and coped with my lack of affinity with punctuation tonight… Or with language as a whole… with a smile! Thank you!!!!!