Two days before D-Day:
Just after midnight, a twenty-year-old woman stumbled out of the motel room, slamming the door behind herself, as inside that room a creature from the darkest depths of the cosmos dissolved into slime after being decapitated. Violet the Slayer took a few deep breaths of the slightly less-polluted Cleveland air, and as she disgustedly regarded her ichor-stained sword she held in her right hand, the warrior woman bent down to the ground, picking up a discarded McDonald's Big Mac wrapper and then absently using this piece of litter to clean off her sword.
Abruptly cocking her head as her heightened senses heard footsteps coming nearer, Violet quickly hid her cleaned sword inside her jacket sheath. The Slayer was innocently leaning against the motel wall when a couple came around the corner, with this man and the woman giving her casual glances as these tourists passed by the Sunnydale survivor. Once the unknowing pair had gone into their own room next to where a monster had once lurked, Violet headed down the rest of the motel, using her Slayer senses to check for vampires, demons, and other unnatural creatures.
Finally, Violet had finished inspecting her side of the building, and she walked around to the other side, where Rona should have completed her own examination of that half of the motel she'd been assigned. On the way, Violet dug into her jeans pocket and pulled out a sheet of paper, glancing at it to confirm they were nearly done with their patrols of the places having short-term lodging for traveling motorists in this part of Cleveland.
Shaking her head, Violet grumbled to herself that this was all Faith's fault. Nobody else really thought that Xander and Dawn's first date would end up with them actually deciding to shack up together, but that older Slayer had pointed out this possibility couldn't be completely dismissed. Though, she'd expressed her opinion in much more cruder language and gestures.
Anyway, during tonight, the Cleveland House Slayers were now making a sweep through all motels, hotels, and other lodging places of the city within a fifteen-minute driving radius of that pairs' rendezvous. Just in case. In any event, it was cleaning out nicely various monsters who'd been using the anonymity of their lodgings to secretly feed upon humans, so it deserved to be done nonetheless.
It still didn't make Violet any happier to know that she and Rona had to next visit a place actually called the Dew Drop Inn. Irritably shoving her list back into her pocket as she reached the other side of the motel, a grumpy Violet glanced along the line of rooms, expecting to see her sister Slayer waiting outside for her. There was no sign of Rona.
Suddenly feeling a little bit concerned, Violet began to stalk down the passageway, touching her sword hidden inside her jacket. Looking ahead, the Slayer saw one of the motel rooms with its door partly open, and coming from inside, unearthly rumbles and moans were heard by the alarmed woman.
Drawing her sword from its sheath with blinding speed, Violet dashed toward the room where her friend was clearly in some kind of extraordinary trouble, and as she reached the partly-open door, a quick punch by her free hand tore off the door by its hinges, allowing Violet to stand in the doorway, quiveringly ready to Slay whatever lurked there before it could devour Rona and other humans.
An uncomprehending Violet now froze in place, utterly unable to believe her eyes. Her friend, that she'd thought was in danger, was instead lying on her back on top of the bed in that motel room, giggling in absolute delight, as Rona's body shook and shuddered in response to that piece of sleeping furniture energetically vibrating in place.
Dazedly lowering her sword, Violet watched in disbelief a few more seconds, until she finally erupted, shouting, "Are you outta your mind?! What the hell are you doing?!"
A smirking Rona just waved gaily at Violet glaring at her, with the Slayer on the bed guffawing, "Hey, cool down, Vi! Do you know how rare these things are? There just aren't all that many magic fingers vibrating beds left, so I really had to try it out! The quarter I put in is going to run out soon, anyway."
Violet's fingers tightened on her sword, as she sent her dirtiest look at where an unfazed Rona was rolling around on the shivering bed. With a supreme effort, the Slayer in the doorway quashed her temper that was loudly suggesting in her mind the course of dragging Rona off that bed by the scruff of her neck, and then kicking that disgusting piece of junk into splinters. With a growl, Violet sheathed her sword and then whirled around to stomp outside, to stand there in front of the motel room, clenching her fists as she glared off into the distance.
Violet was fed up to her back teeth with everything, and what had happened behind her was the very last straw. She could feel her temper struggling to burst free, and as it massively grew, she was actually tempted to let it all rip. She wanted to scream loud enough to wake the whole world, to give anybody within reach a really good pounding, to….to….
Despite herself, a corner of Violet's mouth twitched. And then it happened again, much harder, as her rage began to dissipate, in recognizance of the whole sheer ridiculousness of the entire situation. Deep inside her, a young woman who'd had to grow up much too fast felt a bit of her mental armor crumble away, as life itself managed to remind someone that despite all the darkness in the world, there were still things to have a good, uproarious laugh at and about during all her days of existence.
Several moments later, a more somber Rona looked up from where the bed had stopped vibrating, to see her friend now standing at the foot of the bed. Startled, Rona watched a deadpan Violet dig into her jeans pocket, and come out with something clenched in her right hand. Right after, a quarter was tossed through the air in a glittering arc towards Rona, who instinctively caught to, to gape at where Violet was bouncing on her toes and intoning, "Coin me, girl."
A wide grin promptly appearing on her face, Rona gleefully rolled off the bed to where the starter was at the side, slipping the quarter into this mechanism, as Violet now held open her arms horizontally, as that Slayer gracefully leapt up to hover for an instant above the beginning-to-vibrate bed, coming down onto this in a classic swan dive…
