Buffy climbed out of the tub, wiped down the full-length mirror, and studied the damage.
Lots of bruises from her fight with Faith. Well, with herself. Or not exactly. Oh, never mind--they'd heal quickly anyway. But there was a weird sore place in the middle of her lower back that she didn't remember inflicting.
It took a lot of perverse yoga to see what it was, but finally--
"I'm gonna kill her," she said, and stomped out of the house to head for the tattoo parlor. She had to get somebody to remove "B is a prissy little tightass."