Dance break!

Talks with Willow and Tara had been a bit of a bust, neither able to focus on much more than Buffy's tits. Not that Faith could blame them. She'd downed a glass before making her goodbyes and heading back to the centre of the Bronze.

Hey, if she was at a club, she wanted to party. Each glance she got only made her smile wider.

She strode out into the dance floor, the heated air fizzing against her skin with each step; she caught sight of herself in a reflective beam of metal, more a strut to support the upper level, and couldn't help but flash a smile at herself.

"Damn B, you really do look your best like this," Faith murmured.

She still wore nothing but slightly strappy shoes, decent for moving in. Bare, toned legs up to a firm ass that seemed to be attracting most of the attention. She swayed, even before she got fully into the rhythm, glancing back at the reflective beam over her shoulder to get a look at it.

Further up, Buffy's tits were bared as ever, and once Faith started dancing they started gathering more eyes, each jiggling with the music. Faith twirled around, looking at the beam to get some hint of the view everyone else was getting.

She caught sight of Willow and Tara, still off to the side of the Bronze. As uncomfortable as Tara had seemed with the noisy, crowded setting, she certainly seemed to have found something to distract herself. Willow meanwhile, judging by her gaze it did seem like Faith wasn't too far off with what had helped her realise her sexuality.

Take a good, long look Sunnydale.

Willow's staring made her keep going with renewed vigour, a jolt of heat shooting right to the spot between her legs. Yeah, that was a goal she liked, get all of Buffy's friends to see her stark naked, along with a decent fraction of Sunnydale proper. Get it so even if Buffy did make it back, she'd never be able to walk down the street without knowing half the people she passed were imagining her in just this.

Faith lifted her arms up over her head, moving to the beat still and spinning slowly, displaying all angles. Every step she pressed her legs together, but loosened them for a few moments each time, giving a better view there too.

"Looking good," suddenly there was a guy standing over her shoulder.

Faith glanced back, and suppressed a sigh. As much fun as toying with Buffy's goody-good reputation might be, there was still the awkward fact that this was Sunnydale, and judging by the outdated clothes and screaming from a sixth sense at the back of her mind, there was no way he was an ordinary human.

A Slayer's job was never done. She turned, still moving to the music, and smirked.

"Hey yourself," she said. "Feel like going somewhere more... private?"

"You took the words right out of my mouth," the vamp said.

Did they realise how cliche they were? Faith just about managed to avoid rolling her eyes, then followed him towards the side exit of the Bronze, waving at Willow on the way.

Hopefully the Bronze appreciated its last view of Buffy's ass as she walked out the door. It was a little disappointing to be somewhere quieter, but duty called.

"So," the vamp said. "What- what are you doing?"

Faith was turning on the spot, glancing from side to side. She frowned.

"Pockets," she said. "Don't really have them any more, will need to improvise."

"Improvise?" the vampire said.

"Yeah," Faith said. Her eyes caught on a discarded chair that might once have been in the Bronze. The frame did look like wood. "That'll do great! Quick question."

"Uh.... sure," the vampire said.

This evidently wasn't going the way he'd expected. Still, it didn't seem like he particularly cared so long as he got a view of Buffy's body, while Faith walked over to the chair. His eyes widened as she snapped off a leg.

"Are you genuinely dumb enough that you don't recognise a Slayer, or was this a dare?" she said.

She didn't wait for an answer. Seconds later and he was dust; Faith glanced down at the pile on the ground.

"Should probably work on my pun game if I'm going to be B," Faith said. She dusted herself down. "Least I'm not getting dust in my clothes any more. Could get used to this."

Idly she threw the impromptu stake down, then exhaled. Well that had ruined her mood, she'd been enjoying her foray into nude dancing.

Looking up, Faith took in the darkening sky. Damn it, she probably should go on patrol, do Buffy's job, rather than hang around here. At least it'd give her more time to think about what she should do tomorrow.