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Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing. The songs belong to Garbage.
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When we got to the Bronze, I told Faith that I was going to grab some coffee and sit by the one window in the club. She begrudgingly left me to go dance, and told me that she'd be back soon to check on me. Once I had sat down by the window, there was a brilliant flash of light. I dismissed it as a camera flash, but it came again. Twice more. Lightening maybe? That's possible. I watched the sky, but I didn't notice the light flashes any more. Nor did I hear thunder. Then again, I probably wouldn't have heard a tornado if it came through over this crowd. This is one rowdy place tonight. Rasputina blares and strobe lights are flashing. Any other night, it would have given me a headache. Right now, I was thankful that the blaring music and flashing lights was driving away my all-too-present pain.
I ignored the odd lights. What damage could be done from some big Sunnydale evil tonight? Not much. It wasn't a full moon, not Halloween (after the past few years, I stopped believing the bunk that it was a supposed "demon holiday" where they all laid low), Ethan Rayne wasn't in town, and Spike and Angel were in LA. There was nothing that we had to worry about except your everyday evil vamps; so what's the big in going to The Bronze for a night? Apparently the reason wasn't very good because Giles just stuttered out something about research when I had said that Faith and Willow and I were planning a girl's day out. I am not the research girl. Don't people know that by now? My brawn is way bigger than my brain.
I can see Faith from where I am. I think that it's probably hard not to see her from anywhere in here. She takes the saying "dance like nobody's watching" to the extreme. Well, except, she dances like everybody's watching, which they are. Huh.
She dances well. Girl's got rhythm. Why am I contemplating the way Faith dances? Maybe because…no. No I am not going there. Shut off brain, just shut up or off, or…something. These pants are too tight. I tried to match Faith's style tonight; unfortunately, I just got as far as the tight pants. I'm wearing tight, low-cut jeans and a black lace shirt over a pink tank top. Faith is clothed in leather pants, black boots, and a red tank top and her jean jacket.
The song ends and she walks over and plops down in the chair across from me, much to the disappointment of the guys she was dancing by.
"Hey B," she said. It wasn't the least bit surprising to me that she wasn't winded. She was a slayer, after all. Everyone around her didn't know that though. If she had let them get close enough to her tonight, they would have been amazed. The fact that she wasn't dancing with anyone else – in fact, she had been making a point of dancing alone – made me wonder what she was thinking about tonight.
"Hi Fai. How was dancing?"
"Fai?"
"Uh, well, you need a nickname, and I'm not going to call you 'F'- it sounds weird."
"Uh-huh. Ok. Dancing was good. Those guys are all pervs though," she said slowly.
"Yeah, I've found that most guys are, except Giles. I'm not even sure Giles has a sex. I think he's just his own species," I'd been thinking about this a lot lately. Giles had just been so weird since the whole band candy thing.
Faith laughed. "That's probably true, B. He's alright though, for an old guy."
"Faith, are you thinking—?"
"What? Oh, jeez, B. Heck no. Giles is nice, but…no. He's –"
"Old?"
"Um, yeah."
"Yeah. He's been acting weird lately. I think he's really paranoid about something but I don't know what."
"Well there is an apocalypse every other month in this town. I guess he has a reason," Faith said, uncharacteristically thoughtful.
"Yeah. Faith, are you ok? You seem kinda…"
"Yeah, B, I'm five by five. Wanna dance?"
"Sure."
We walked out on the dance floor. Garbage was the next band up, and they played Til the Day that I Die first. Faith took my hand and led me to the middle of the crowd. She likes attention, that's for sure.
I will love you 'til the day that I die
You walked into the room
The sun hit my eyes
She looked down at me with a question burning behind her chocolate brown eyes. Slowly, I reached my hands up to rest on her shoulders.
The force you struck me down caught me by surprise
You sprung the mojo and it worked like a charm
I felt invincible with you in my arms
Just as slowly as I had, she placed her hands on my waist. She danced with me more gently than she did normally, as if she wasn't sure about what she was doing.
I must confess it can feel good to feel pain
Like breaking waves or getting caught in the rain
Playing those games 'cause we had nothing to do
I was oblivious I was losing to you
I looked steadily into her eyes, and she stared back into my own. It was odd to think about all the damage we had done, but we were still here, together. Dancing, no less.
Oh I will love you 'til the day that I die
Holy Jesus
Holy rock 'n' roll
The more I gave to you the more you grew bored
And making love became the waging of war
No peace
No tenderness
No fun anymore
She turned her head slowly away, and looked down at her feet. I kept searching her face, but she ignored me. She was acting very quiet for such a loud song.
I will love you 'til the day that I die
I dreamt that I called out your name
You turned your face to me and started to say
She brought her head up and looked at me, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't.
Something so beautiful it hurt deep inside
So I will love you 'til the day that I die
Farewell, farewell I'm sure going to leave you
I will love you 'til the day that I die
The song ended, and Faith looked at me questioningly, as if she was wondering if I would go back and sit down. I wasn't, obviously. Heck, I was just warming up. Plus, this girl was hard to walk away from.
The next song played was Parade. It was one of Faith's favorite songs, so she danced a little harder. I turned around, and put my hands on hers, which were still resting tentatively on my hips. I took her hands and wrapped them around my stomach, keeping my hands on hers.
Her hips swayed side to side with the rhythm of the music, and after a while, her hips were against mine. We danced like we were one person instead of two.
Get it right
Get it right now
Get it right
Do it good
Get it right now
Oh let's bomb the factory
That makes all the wannabes
Let's burst all the bubbles
That brainwash the masses
As far as I can tell
It doesn't matter who you are
I moved my shoulders and hips to the rhythm, and leaned back against her, making her move with me. I was beginning to forget everything that I came here to forget.
If you can believe there's something worth fighting for
To my utter surprise, she bent and put her head on my shoulder. I leaned against her head softly, not wanting to startle her and make her move. She moved her face into my neck and quickly but tenderly kissed it. I jerked and almost banged my head into hers – I was so surprised. Thankfully, she didn't move away from me; she must have guessed the reason for my reaction.
The color of an eye
The glory of the sudden view
The baby in your arms
She pulled me back so that I was pressing further into her. I leaned my head back against her shoulder so that every part of me was pressed against her.
The smile he always shoots at you
Believing in nothing
Makes life so boring
So let's pray for something
To feel good in the morning
She slid her arms off of my stomach back onto my hips and turned me around. I put my hands back around her neck. She kept her hands on my back as mine trailed around her neck and played with her hair.
As far as I can tell
It doesn't matter who you are
If you can believe there's something worth fighting for
The color of an eye
The glory of the sudden view
The baby in your arms
The smile he always shoots at you
She was so gorgeous. It amazed me how the people around her could keep their hands off of her. Then again, they were all pretty distracted by the way the two of us were dancing together.
Oh doctor
We're dying
There's no use in crying
So live for tomorrow and do what you have to
She looked at me, gauging my expression. She seemed frightened at the emotions that I might show. I smiled softly up at her and she seemed to relax a little.
Drive You Home came on next. Faith moved to go sit down or get a drink or just get away from the slow song on the dance floor, but I grabbed her wrist. She gave me an odd look, but she turned back so she was facing me.
Once again being careful so I didn't scare her off, I put my hands around her neck, and stared up into her eyes. At first, she didn't respond, but after a moment she put her hands around my waist.
It's funny how
Even now
You still support me after all the things that I've done
You're so good to me
Waiting patiently
And isn't it sad that you still have to ask if I care?
I never said I was perfect
After a few moments, I moved my arms under hers and my hands down so that they were resting on her lower back, and I rested my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms tighter around me and slid her thumbs into the back belt loop of my jeans.
But I can take you away
Walk on shells tonight
Can't do right tonight
And you can't say a word
Cause I leap down your throat
So uptight am I
I never said I was perfect
But I can drive you home
I got down on myself
Working too hard
Driving myself to death
Trying to beat out the faults in my head
What a mess I've made
Sure we all make mistakes
But they see me so large that they think I'm immune to the pain
I'm praying for a miracle
But I won't hold my breath
I never said I was perfect
But can you take me home
It seemed that the song had been written just for us. We had stayed in the same position until the song had ended, much to the envy of many of the people around us.
Faith was the one to grab my wrist this time, and we walked outside, back into the rain.
"Buffy, I-" Faith started. I didn't let her finish.
"Faith, I don't know how you feel, but –"
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Ah, good old cliffhangers. Don't worry, as long as my computer doesn't feel like tormenting my with its usual malfunctions, I'll update more tomorrow.