"Coyote Ugly?" Buffy rolled her eyes. "I saw this movie. It wasn't very good. And I don't like Jim, Jack or Johnny." She wrinkled her nose in disgust as they made their way to the front of the packed bar.
"Aha….that leaves Jose." Faith waved a bill at the bartender. "Tequila. Two!" She shouted over the pounding music, holding up two fingers.
"Faith I dunno about this." Buffy wavered. "My experiences with alcohol haven't gone all that well."
The bartender set the two shots in front of them. Faith picked one up and downed it. "You're gonna fall behind. Drink up." She commanded.
"Here goes nothing." Buffy quietly whispered before tipping the glass up. Fire burned down her throat and she sputtered, "Aren't there supposed to be lemons or limes with this drink?"
Faith signaled the bartender for more drinks. "Keep 'em coming with training wheels!" She shouted, slapping a twenty on the bar.
A pretty blonde-haired bartender set down more shots, along with a salt shaker and a dish with lemon wedges in it. "Here you go, sugar. Friend not up to the task?" She said with a saccharine sweet Southern belle drawl.
Smirking at Buffy, "Nah, she's still virgin when it comes to some things." Faith licked her hand and sprinkled some salt on it. She threw back another shot and sucked on one of the wedges. Buffy glared at Faith, while mimicking her actions. "I can hold my own." She bit down on the sour fruit, "This is better, at least the lemon kills a little of the taste." Buffy said, her mood picking up.
"Just holler if you need anything else. Name's Dallas, the perky Texas cheerleader." she winked at the girls, before rushing off to serve another patron.
"Now here's a job I could do." Faith commented watching the staff flirt with the male patrons. "I could be Faith, the Bostonian ex-con Slayer." she tossed her hair around her head and batted her eyelashes. "I feel like dancing."
She grabbed Buffy's wrist and pushed their way through the crowd to an empty spot on the floor. Faith started grooving to the electronic beat that was blaring from the speakers. Buffy marveled at the raw power Faith seemed to have over the opposite sex. She exuded pure sensuality, that seemed to roll off of her in waves and spread throughout the room. It was attracting male admirers from every corner. Playing into every man's fantasy, Buffy mimicked Faith's movements as they danced together.
The two Slayers spent nearly an hour on the dance floor, shaking and moving with the various people crowded around them. They headed back to the bar with a couple of sailors on leave escorting them. They were cute and sweet and reminded her a little of Riley. They were both from the Midwest somewhere and had joined the Navy to see the world. Buffy tried to make small talk with the boys, but was failing miserably. She just wasn't that interested in either of them.
Faith was busy putting the moves on the guy next to her at the bar. Buffy had a sneaking suspicion she wouldn't be accompanied home by her temporary roommate tonight. She downed another shot that had been placed in front of her and chased it with a big gulp of beer, just wanting to head into a cheery drunken oblivion.
Some old country tune came on the jukebox and the crowd went wild. Buffy didn't really know what was going on, but cheered along anyway. Dallas, her coworkers and several women from the crowd were all on the bar dancing an uncomplicated routine. Dallas gestured for the two girls to join them. Faith, wasting no time, vaulted onto the bar, pulling Buffy behind her. Buffy, silently thankful for her cheerleader days, had no trouble following along. She allowed the music to wash over her and guide her movements. For the first time in years, she felt uncomplicated and alive.
When the last notes filtered through the bar, Buffy felt almost disappointed. Giddy and out of breath, the two girls hopped down off the bar. "God that felt GREAT!" Faith exclaimed. Buffy had to agree. It was exhilarating putting on a show in front of the crowded bar. "Now I'm definitely horny and hungry." Faith squirmed a little, her eyes scanning the nearby crowd for a victim. Faith grabbed the guy she'd been flirting with earlier. She placed him up against the bar, ripped open his shirt and licked a path down the center of his chest. She sprinkled the salt over him and grinning wickedly, placed a lime wedge in his mouth. She slowly nibbled on the smooth skin, lapping up the salt. She downed the shot, slammed the glass on the bar and grabbed his head and sucked voraciously on the lime.
When she had finished, she pulled the stunned guy upright and shoved him back towards his friends. "Who's next?" Faith coyly asked no one in particular. After a couple of rounds of sharing body shots with several different guys, Faith turned to Buffy. "Your turn. I'll let you practice on me first," raising her eyebrows suggestively at her sister Slayer.
Buffy giddy and a little more than tipsy, agreed to participate. After innocuously licking the salt off Faith's wrist and sucking on her own lemon wedge chosen from the dish, she hesitantly agreed to let it be done to her and to let Faith do the choosing.
"Oh goody, let's see who should the lucky guy be….and what body part…" Faith perused the bar, inspecting each male within fifty feet. Keeping Buffy in suspense, Faith pondered her options. She opened her mouth, intending to make a choice, when her eyes widened just a bit. Her face showed a fleeting glimpse of shock, before changing to a wry smile. "I got just the prospect for you, B. Close your eyes."
Buffy cringed at Faith's words, knowing all it could entail. She just hoped it wasn't someone who'd make her have to pull a St. Buffy act. Opting to trust her friend's judgment, she screwed her eyes shut. Her body tensed with apprehension and some anticipation. She sensed someone stepping into her space. Her mystery date grabbed her shirt collar and slid it down over her shoulder, exposing her flesh. A tongue roughly laved at her right collarbone. Buffy's eyes flew open as her body went rigid, ready to throw off the trespasser.