"All right! And that's it," Faith exclaimed taking her newly made bomb towards the door. It was already smoking but she left the cap loose so some of the pressure could escape until she was ready to toss it towards the door of her unassuming neighbor. She smiled at the concoction happily, and Xander heard her mutter, "Should teach that little fucker."

She stepped outside onto her 'porch' and, after tightening the lid down, heaved it as far as she could with a small grunt of exertion. "Don't fucking hold a knife to me again, asshole!" she yelled.

With that she stepped back inside, a small spring in her step.

Xander opened his mouth to ask, because really? Someone held a knife to this chick? That just screamed psycho and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to meet the person who would try to threaten her. However, when his lips parted, she held up her hand, smile still on her face.

"Gotta wait for it, stud."

The tiny apartment was dead silent for the next minute and then…

BANG!

A loud explosion went off, causing him to jump and almost spill his Pepsi all over Spike's lap.

Through the thin walls, he could hear some stir from people around, wanting to know what the noise was, overall though, no one seemed too inclined to go check. He almost wanted to glance out the window to see if anyone cared enough to see what had caused such a loud noise was, but didn't think he was supposed to considering that the other three were just rearranging on in their seats.

He tried to relax back into the couch, but kept waiting for sirens or something as Faith and Spike went into a small conversation like this was an everyday event. Dawn didn't even seem fazed! Dawn should at least look somewhat nervous, maybe even a bit apprehensive!

But no.

She, too, sat in her chair, tuning into the conversation buzzing between the two leather clad rebels with a look of intense interest.

Xander almost felt like he was in the Twilight Zone and kinda felt that maybe Buffy could have been right, but then Spike pressed his leg against his in an attempt to get more comfortable. To be honest, it didn't take away all of his nerves at the fact that crazy-Faith had just thrown a makeshift bomb at her neighbor's door, but it grounded him somewhat.

"So, what're ya working tonight?" Spike asked after he had adjusted.

Suddenly able to tune in again, Xander wondered what they were talking about. He knew that they worked at a nightclub, but he was suddenly very intrigued as to what exactly they did at the nightclub. Were they dancers or bouncers or in a band…? He thought of the older man next to him doing any of those and he had to suppress a shudder before he locked all of those images into the Box.

Faith rolled her eyes and went to the little kitchen to grab a beer, presumably. "I'm working V.I.P." she said with an air of disgust inking through her words. She came back into the main area, beer and cigarettes in her hands, and took her seat opposite Xander and Spike on the floor. "I gotta tell you how much I am not looking forward to that."

Spike nodded sedately. "Yeah, put a bunch of poofters in a V.I.P. room and suddenly they think they're Cleopatra or some shite. There's a dick measuring contest that turns into a bad porno, for ya." He took a sip of his own beer and then motioned at her to give him a smoke.

And then he was suddenly back in Twilight Zone, because Dawn asked without batting an eyelash at the language Spike had just used, "I thought you liked anything better than bartending?"

"Oh, tha's the truth," Spike said around his cigarette. "Chance for a good brawl is always better than servin' Sex on the Beach's to a bunch o' underage twinks, but gotta say there ain't a lot to be done up in the 'vip' room, 'less you wanna try hauling a glittering fairy from a repressed tightwad."

Xander was trying to keep up, but he wasn't sure he was ready to believe what they were talking about. He had ideas about Spike; thought he could guess some of the places that Faith could work; and Buffy had said they worked at a nightclub…but…

"What kinda club do you work at?" he asked turning his head to look at Spike curiously.

"Gay club, stud," Faith smiled lecherously. "That's where all the fun is. I'm surprised B didn't mention that."

Xander shifted a little under the stares of everyone else in the room. Like they were waiting for him to freak. He didn't really know why. Even with the Box, he wasn't…y'know, that bad where he ran around bashing anyone who had the same inclinations as him because he thought he was dirty. Not that he thought Dawn or Faith knew, but Spike obviously, very obviously, had caught on.

He cleared his throat a little, pressed his thigh tighter against Spike's and said, "Strangely, she left that part out."

Dawn rolled her eyes. "She always leaves the weirdest parts out."

Faith and Spike gave each other a significant glance before Faith pulled out a cigarette too. "I'll vouch for that," she said, flicking her lighter irritably.

Xander had a feeling he was missing something big, but he didn't dare ask. Instead, he took a deep breath, gathering up his nerves. "So…what do you normally do at the club?"

Spike and she looked impressed, and then Faith laughed, letting out a gust of smoke. "Spike and I usually guard front entrance. Lotsa rabble-rousers out there looking to give the good clients shit for who they like doing the horizontal dance with. Spike and I get a kick out of beating them down."

He wasn't surprised, but didn't say as much.

She gave him an appraising stare, her eyes calculating in a way that was somewhat close to Dawn's if a little more evil. "You should come out there next week. Spike and I both managed to get Thursday off. Be a good time," she offered.

Surprisingly, he wasn't that opposed to it. He thought it actually sounded kind of fun. He could go there and relax with Spike and her and watch everyone being silly and horny. He tapped his cast, briefly giving that a quick thought, wondering if someone in a cast should be around so many drunk people. However, the idea of being around these two outweighed that risk.

He nodded slowly. "I could be persuaded to go."

He glanced around the room, noting three very satisfied faces.

Dawn's blue eyes caught his, and that plotting glimmer was in her eyes again, but it didn't make Xander as uncomfortable as he thought it could have.