Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or the song "Blow" by Ke$ha, because if I did I would be very rich and famous and you'd probably know who I was :) Of course, I'm not, and you don't...*sigh* enjoy my attempt at a songfic. Oh, it's in Faith's POV, I guess it could be set somewhere in "Bad Girls". Just imagine all the partying they did before Angel showed up, and this is it. Really, it's a silly fic I thought up while I was bored.

Back door cracked, we don't need a key

We get in for free, no VIP sleaze

I led her into the Bronze, dressed in the sluttiest thing she had in her closet. I would definitely have to work on that later, but Buffy looked good enough for now.

"Is this really a good idea?" she questioned. B had been all for the Slaying, and had actually gotten a kick out of it, but now she was wimping out again.

"Yes." I tugged on her arm and drew her. The place was packed, fuller than usual. Bodies gyrated on the dance floor to the beat of the music, body heat making the entire building like an oven. B made a little sound behind me, like she wanted to turn back, but I dragged her to the bar.

Drink that Kool aid, follow my lead

Now you're one of us, you're comin' with me

She looked on as I got two cokes and handed her one. "What? Figured you weren't one for drinkin', seeing as you don't smoke."

"I'm not." said B. She took the cup and sipped. "Okay, this isn't bad, I guess. I should be at home studying, but—"

"—this is too fun to pass up?" I finished, draining my drink in three gulps. "Let's dance, then."

It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down

Tonight were taking over, no one's getting' out

Grabbed her hand and pushed my way to the center of the floor. It was one of those nights when there's so many people that you're hemmed in on every side and you can feel the heat seeping through your skin, givin' you that itchy feeling that makes me want to move. I could smell salty sweat all around.

I found a space and started to twirl, bouncing and bobbing my head, getting used to the beat. B surrendered pretty quick, and I had to admit that girl could dance. She raised her arms above her head and twisted back and forth, never still. I could see guys all around us perking up, but none actually came close. There was a space between us and the others, like they were afraid to touch us. We radiated power.

"That's the spirit!" I encouraged, laughing as she grinned and spun a few times.

This place about to blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

Blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

This place about to blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

Blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

This place about to blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

Blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

This place about to blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

Blow-ow-o-o-o-o-ow

After a minute I shimmied back a little, catching the attention of a guy behind me. Soon I had his full cooperation as I shifted up and down near him, tempting him. Two other very attentive guys joined him. B was raising her eyebrows at me, and I shrugged, mouthing, "Hey, I don't have a boyfriend." She stuck out a tongue at me and wiggled her way between the two guys, glaring when they tried to feel up her, and taking me firmly by the arm. "No leaving." She commanded imperiously. "Otherwise that guy will try dancing with me again."

I smirked. "That would be a shame, too."

"More dance-y, less talk-y."

I did keep one of the guys pretty close, just for fun, but I didn't ditch B this time. One hand trailing down the nameless guy I had sort of claimed as a dance partner, I took B's hand in the other and lifted it high, spinning her.

Now what, we're taking control

We get what we want, we do what you don't

Dirt and glitter cover the floor

We're pretty and sick, we're young and we're bored

It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out

Tonight we're taking names 'cause we don't mess around

The world blurred until it was just the other dancers, the music thudding in my chest with my heart, and the power of being a Slayer keeping me going at a fever pitch.

This was what being a Slayer was.