A/N: Sleep deprivation: good for fics, bad for the authors who write them. It is 6:30am and I haven't slept yet, but I had a sudden burst of creativity and I figured that I should put it down before I forget so here's a short one...

Buffy POV

I'm so excited. Faith is taking me to the Bronze tonight. Yay! I normally have a hell of a time convincing her to take me with her, but I got Willow to come tonight too. This way, Faith can leave early if she 'needs to go to bed early' tonight. Since tonight is special I have to make sure I look good, really good. I want Faith to want me tonight – truly desire me – oh, I'm not gonna give her any. I'm just going to torment her, like she did to me, only this is just the beginning. Oooo, this is going to be so fun. I've found an old Halloween costume that's going to make her eyes pop straight out of her head. And if the outfit doesn't do it, my perfume will. Willow gave me this stuff that is supposed to make people horny, it has some pheromones or something in it that works its magic chemically. Faith isn't even going to know what hit her.

Faith POV

Jesus-fucking-Christ how long does she need to get ready? I called an hour before I came to pick her up to ask her to get ready. I called as I was leaving. I even called on my way over here. I know how she is. Yet, I'm still sittin' here waiting for her ass to get ready and its been over half an hour. Ugh! What the fuck is her problem?

"I swear B, if you're not down here in the next 5 seconds I'm sooo going to leave without you." At this point, I would so do it too.

"Okay, okay, keep your damn pants on!" is the muffled reply I receive from upstairs.

"That is the problem, hurry the fuck up." It's a Friday night and I know there's gotta be some top quality tail at the Bronze. Plus, Red will be there so I don't have to worry 'bout B getting home when I find someone to scratch my itch. I finally hear her bedroom door open and I look towards the staircase. It's about fucking time!

"It's about fu—" Holy fucking shit! I rub my eyes to check if I'm hallucinating and to make sure they're still in their sockets. B looks totally fuckin' hot!

Whoa… Faith, no!

H-o-l-y shit!

Okay… focus…

Right then… what am I forgetting? Oh, breathing, yeah keep breathing. Cuz breathing good. Damn, I didn't even know she had clothes like that. It's kinda slutty – okay, really slutty, even for her. I mean, she's always hot, but DAMN!

"Um, B?" okay, work brain, work. Might be easier if there were any blood left up here.

"Hmm?"

"Isn't that outfit a little...?"

"I know, it's like totally cute, right?" she's tryin' to look innocent and usually she pulls that off pretty well with her blonde hair and cute little pout, but dressed like that? Yeah, right.

"Uh… yeah… it's just... I wouldn't expect you to… wear that sorta thing," in public. Nope. I'd expect a prostitute to or maybe a prostitute in training. Seriously, her leather miniskirt is so short that if she bent over I'd easily be able to see her twat. Her shirt, if you can even call it that, is made of black fishnet and the only thing she has underneath it is a... is that a… bikini top?

"You want me to change?" God no, the Bronze might be closed by the time we get there if I have to wait for her to change again.

"NO! No, no, its fine, it looks fine. Let's just go."

"'Kay." Oh, thank God.

Buffy POV

God, I wish I had a camera, the look on her face was priceless! For a second, I thought I might have to give her CPR, she didn't look like she was breathing. She so wants me! I wanted to tell her to pick her jaw up off the floor, but I figure it's better to play dumb when you want to manipulate someone. I go to grab my coat and get unnecessarily close to her, brushing my ass against her thigh. I can see the lust in her eyes as I turn around.

"Hurry it up!" Faith practically shoves me out the door.