A/N: Come people, get with the love... I write faster when I know people are actually reading, if I suck then by all means tell me. Here's a short chap...

Buffy POV

I return to the booth to wait for Faith to bring me my drink. Willow is waiting there, smiling at me.

"You sure look like you're having fun," Willow smirks.

"Yeah, this is the most fun I've had in awhile – and the dancing is great too," I pause and tip my head a bit to the side, "I think I got her all hot and bothered again. That's perfume stuff you gave me works terrific."

"Oh please, its Faith, do you really need to use chemical warfare? I mean, she thinks about sex more than Xander."

"Well, you're right about that, but it makes her hornier than usual – if that's even possible."

"That's certainly true…" I raise an eyebrow.

"Why? What do you mean?"

"She just left with Cordelia."

"She what?"

Faith POV

Wow, Cordy's a nympho, who'd a thought it? She's passed out right now, wrapped up in her red satin sheets, on that lake she calls a bed. That waterbed she's got is fuckin' awesome – and fun too – gives that 'motion in the ocean' thing a whole new meaning. Her stereo is still blaring something by Britney Spears, I don't know how she can listen to that. Even worse, I can't believe I had to listen to that during sex. I can't stand that crap anymore so I walk out onto her balcony and light up a joint, she's got an incredible view of downtown from here. I wonder how much rent is in this… But before I get a chance to finish my thoughts, I feel pair of arms encircle my waist.

Resting her chin on my left shoulder she asks, "Are you coming back to bed?"

"Actually… I think I have to go."

I gently lean my head against hers and hand her my smoke, she takes a long, slow drag.

"Why?" she blows the smoke out leisurely. Truth is, I'm not horny anymore, but I can't tell her that.

"I have an early morning tomorrow," I fib, noon is early for me. I feel her tighten her grip around my middle. I really can't handle her whining right now so I quickly add, "but I'll drop by the pool hall tomorrow, in the afternoon?"

"Okay," she relents, handing me back my smoke. I take one last drag, stub it out on the railing and flick it off the balcony. I turn around in her arms and give her a soft kiss. As I pull away, she has this goofy lookin' grin plastered to her face.

I think I'm gonna head home, better catch some shuteye while I still can. When I get back to my car, I check my cell phone and there are 37 missed calls, 19 angry text messages, and 30 new voicemails – all from B. Shit, I gotta see her tomorrow morn— early-afternoon.

B's gonna be so pissed.

Oh well, it was totally worth it.