Author's Note: Okay this is for the 3 nice people that reviewed the last chapter, thanks I really do appreciate the feedback. I am however, having a little case of writer's block, I'm not real sure what I want Buffy's revenge to be so if you have suggestions feel free to drop me an email... To mdc, you rock, getting a good review from you means a lot to me (not that the others mean any less), I've enjoyed several your stories as well "Everybody loves Faith" and "If it makes you happy" are hilarious and were partially my motivatioin for finally trying to write some fics, so thanks

A/N2: Just so you know, in case any of you are confused, Joyce in my story doesn't necessarily look like the Joyce (Kristine Sutherland) from BtVS. In my story Joyce looks more like an older version of Buffy and taller, so naturally she will still be pretty hot. Okay, on with the show...

"Ow," Buffy yelped in surprise as Faith playfully smacked her on the ass as Buffy was exiting the car. The little blonde glared daggers at her assailant who just continued to grin, but her scowl quickly faded as Faith held open the door to the pool hall for her.

"After you, Princess," Faith said as politely as she could while containing her smirk. Buffy walked through the opened door only to be spanked again, "works every time. You never learn, do ya, B?"

"You know what?" the annoyed blonde asked as she flipped Faith the bird.

"Ooo, that a request, babe?" Faith leered.

"Always," Buffy replied with a naughty smile of her own.

"You know, I'd take you up on the offer, but I just couldn't be untrue to Joyce. Plus, she's just a wildcat in the sack. I'm sure you're not bad, but gotta rack it up to experience, y'know?"

"Hey! I'm plenty good in the— Eww, Faith, quit it, she's my mom."

"I know," Faith said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Before their banter could progress any further, they were greeted by the girl behind the counter.

"Hey Faith," the cute brunette purred, leaning forward against the counter so Faith could get a good look at her cleavage. Uh-oh, Buffy thought, it's never a good sign when they know you by name.

"Hey, um— Cordy," Faith replied having to pause and look at her nametag, which both Buffy and Cordelia mistook as Faith checking out her tits. "How 'bout table seven?"

"You got it," Cordelia smiled while handing Faith a set of billiard balls, "and your friend's name is?"

"Buffy," the blonde replied flatly, but continued to glare at the Cordelia.

"Buffy?" Cordy raised an eyebrow, what kinda name is Buffy anyway? "okay, you and Buffy on table seven."

"Thanks," Faith beamed and led Buffy to the table.

Faith POV

Wow, pool is really not B's game. I mean Stevie Wonder would beat this girl at pool. I'm winning, naturally, but not by much and that's only 'cause I walk around the table putting a few of her balls in the pockets when she's not looking. I'm trying really hard to let B win at least one game, but I can only pretend to suck to a point.

"Hey didn't I have a red one by that pocket?"

"Um, no. I don't think so, I think you knocked it in already," I play dumb.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure," okay, so she's not quite as dumb as I thought she was. As she goes to line up a shot, she stretches halfway across the table, giving me quite a nice view of her ass. I grin a little and tilt my head to get a better look.

"See something you like?" she quips, her eyes never leaving the cue ball. How the hell did she know I was checkin' her out? As if hearing my unasked question, "See the mirror?" I look up, oh, guess I never noticed that before. Weird, I always play on this table, I wonder if that's new?

"Yay, I made it!" Buffy almost yells, drawing attention from most of the other players in here. "Did you see, Faith? Did you see?"

No. "Yeah, nice shot, B."

"Liar, you're probably too busy still staring at my ass."

"Was not," I lie, I was totally still checking her out, can't tell her though, "besides, you're mom's ass is nicer, firm too." That wipes the smirk right off her face.

"Bitch," I hear her mutter, I just smile as she lines up another shot. I silently walk behind her, I make sure she can't see me this time. I take the butt of my cue and quietly place it between her legs. Just as she's about to take her shot, I bring the stick up, guide it up the inside of her thigh and slide it up her ass crack. She jumps and so does the cue ball, it goes flying several tables over. I don't even try to contain my laughter as she glares at me.

"I'd appreciate it if you kept your stick out from between my legs, thank you," she say sternly, but her eyes give her away, I know she's flirtin' with me again.

"You sure about that, B? I thought you'd like my stick," I tease back. She rolls her eyes and walks off in search of our missing cue ball.