Navvy: Well now, look at this! Another chapter! I'm so lazy XP Thanks to those who have reviewed, always glad to know people like the story, ya?

Note to any uninformed, a floozy is a prostitute.

Arguing Ineffability: Rowr… Just for you, perhaps our Mister Moonreel can make a little cameo some time.

Earth Star: Indeed, I've noticed how few stories there are that focus on just these two. That's part of my reason for writing this, after all

Dove of Night: Well now, isn't that interesting? Take a look and see just how close you were

Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers. Just this fanfic. Simple as that. Yup. Yup. Yup.

Chapter 2: Saucy Bath

A pair of young men were working late that evening, cleaning up the mess in the restaurant. One, a tall, scrawny fellow, commented to his shorter, chubbier companion, "Shame it had to happen, eh?"

"Yeah," the chubby boy agreed, dipping his red-stained mop into a bucket of soapy water. He then turned his attention to the still form which was lying several feet away. "Poor floozy," he sighed, referring to the skimpy leather attire that barely covered her assets.

"Yep. Never had a chance, did she?"

"Nope. No once could; not against her." The chubby one shivered nervously a moment. "You…don't think she'll come back do you?"

Scrawny's face blanched slightly before he berated the other. "Don't say stuff like that! As if she would come here anyways, after all—" He never finished his sentence as his breath abruptly caught in his throat. He jumped back with a start, knocking over the bucket, his skin even paler.

"What's the matter!" Chubby's head whipped from side to side as he tried to locate the source of Scrawny's distress.

"It-it moved!" Scrawny shrieked and pointed at the bikini-clad body on the floor. "She…I swear she just—look! See?" Indeed, the body seemed to be twitching every so often. The pair stared in fear and cold sweat began to collect on their bodies. She was moving! The eyed the crimson-stained figure; she had long, purple hair, spiked shoulder guards, a black and purple cape, and huge curves which were practically bursting out of the tiny leather bikini she wore, complimented by leather gloves and boots.

Then, a bright blue eye snapped open. "OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOOOOO!" The two boys leaped back in horror. The woman, meanwhile, leaped to her feet and continued cackling with her loud, high-pitched laugh. "OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO! I'll get you for this, Lina Inverse! You can't stay away from Nahga the Serpent forever! OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO!" Still laughing, the woman who called herself Nahga the White Serpent sped out of the restaurant. The two men had previously been clutching each other in fear, and once she was gone, the pair slumped to the floor and passed out.

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"Damn her!" Lina Inverse—also known as the Bandit Killer, Dragon Spooker, and myriad other names—tossed her black, fur-trimmed gloves into a tub of soapy water. A yellow, short-sleeved shirt, red pants, and black boots soon followed suit, accompanied by curses from the young, cinnamon-haired sorceress. "She just has to make a scene, every time!" Immediately, crimson stains spread through the water from the garments.

Steam from an indoor hot spring swirled around Lina, who was wrapped in a pink towel supplied by the inn. The room had plain, beige walls, with the large tub in the middle. The hot spring water flowed through a pair of taps at one end.

With a sigh, Lina sat down in the water—which, in her position, came up to her shoulders—and began to rinse the sticky red from her long hair. "Hmph," she muttered to herself irritably, "she was asking for it. I swear, if it happens again, I'm gonna shove my sword so far up her—"

"OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOOO!"

Lina let out a startled yelp and jumped up, only to slip and fall back in the water. Spluttering and coughing, she surfaced again and glared at the offender: a still-laughing, crimson-splattered Nahga. "What the hell are you doing here!"

With her hands on her hips and her breasts bouncing with a life of their own, Nahga raised a gloved hand and pointed dramatically at Lina, while standing on the bath's taps.

"OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOO! Though you could escape me, Lina Inverse? OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO!" Well, you can't hide from me forever my flat-chested fool—not from the world's most powerful, beautiful, intelligent, and wonderful sorceress, who is unequalled in talent, Nahga the White Serpent! OH-HO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO!"

Furious, Lina snarled, "I am not a flat-chested fool!"

"Oh, but you are, Lina!" Nahga continued to chortle tauntingly. "And, it's in plain sight. Your towel fell."

"ACK!" In the blink of an eye, a red-faced Lina was once again submerged up to her shoulders, while her hands groped wildly underwater for her towel.

"OH-HO-HO-HOO! You're looking even redder than before! To think, I never thought I'd see the day I found Lina Inverse taking a bath," taunted Nahga with a flip of her hair.

Having located her towel, Lina stood up again, making sure to hold the sopping wet material firmly in place. "What's that supposed to mean! I bathe all the time! And besides," she glared pointedly at Nahga, "you're covered in it too. And I'm not the one who got the both of us plastered in barbecue sauce anyways! That was your fault."

"Hmph. It was you, being reckless as always. You wrecked your own meal, destroyed the restaurant, and made a mess of yourself. How typical of such a small-breasted hooligan."

If looks could kill, Lina's red eyes would have disintegrated Nahga on the spot. "What the hell does me having small breasts have to do with that," she shrieked. "FIREBALL!"

Navvy: Okay, I was gonna make this chapter longer, but I decided it had been way too long since I got that first chapter out, and readers certainly deserve more XD

Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long, seeing as I've started a new technique: write more while the teacher isn't looking!

Please review; I like reviews. Flames will still be used to warm my room.