Party at the Bronze

It couldn't have gone better if she'd planned it. There was a slight spring in her step as she wandered through Sunnydale in nothing but the best make-up she could salvage from Buffy's collection, and a pair of shoes that were decent for going clubbing.

She swaggered slightly, enjoying the feel of the air on her skin, enjoying all the second looks she was attracting, and above all enjoying imagining Buffy returning and walking in on this.

All of Sunnydale getting to see her toned ass, swaying with each step. Her tits, shaking just slightly; even the Slayer's pussy in full view. Faith found it hard to not keep looking down at herself. This would never get old.

Apparently Willow was waiting at the Bronze, Sunnydale's only decent club, sure to have a nice variety of people that Buffy would absolutely love to get to see her naked body. Well, 'love' might be pushing it. Faith hummed to herself.

Any other time and she'd have been in a hurry. The journey was never as interesting as the destination, usually; then again the journey didn't normally involve exposing Buffy. It still sent a thrill through her, and that thrill only encouraged her to show off more.

Technically public nudity was frowned upon, but with half the stuff that went on with Sunnydale it really wasn't anyone's priority. Just so long she she didn't sprout fangs the cops would be happy to let her do her thing, especially while she was in Buffy's body. Whether they admitted it or not, most knew they had some reason to be grateful to Buffy.

She strode into the club, winked at one of the people that was staring a bit more openly, and idly looked around. Willow, Willow... She could remember what the redhead looked like, she couldn't have changed that much, where...

There! She caught sight of Willow sat over by the wall, next to a blonde that seemed a little out of place. Not out in the open, pity. Well she could dance later, Faith was really in the mood to shake her stuff. Well, B's stuff.

Faith slipped between a couple of people, lingering just a moment too long. She didn't want to rush, and she was definitely getting a few appreciative looks. Red was waiting; hopefully one of Buffy's friends would like the view even more.

A few seconds later and Willow caught sight of her, eyes widening. Faith walked closer as slowly as seemed natural; even if Willow's staring was mostly from shock, it was still staring.

Her blonde friend quickly started staring too, eyes just as wide. It was... not unflattering. Smirking, Faith sat down at their table, keeping her hands on her lap and her arms far from offering Buffy's body any modesty. Drink it in, Red.

"Buffy!" Willow squeaked.

"Hey Wills," Faith said.

Both were staring. Wait, was it just shock? Normally that'd have worn off by now.

"Why's she..." the blonde said, whispering to Willow but still loud enough for Faith to hear.

"I don't know!" Willow squealed. "Buff. Uh. Why are you..."

"Oh, yeah, trying a thing," Faith said. "Don't worry about it."

Willow glanced at her friend again, who glanced back at her, expressions unclear.

"So. Uh," Willow said. She swallowed, distracted. "Buffy, this is Tara. Tara, Buffy. Uh. She's usually wearing clothes."

"Used to," Faith said. "Not sure I'll bother any more. Hey Tara! Right, we've never met before. Been having a thing with names."

"H-hi," Tara said. "W-w- uh..."

"Been hanging out a lot?" Faith said. She tilted her head. "Huh. Did not see that coming."

"W-we've, uh, it's been nice," Willow said. She hesitated. "Do you, uh, want a drink?"

"Sure, that'll be great," Faith said. "Mind if I come with?"

Willow blinked. She didn't seem to quite know how to react to her friend's sudden nudist ways. Hesitantly Willow stood up, murmuring something supportive to Tara, before heading towards the bar.

Faith sprung up to walk after her, turning and lingering for enough of a moment that she could feel Tara's eyes fixed on her behind. Well, Buffy's behind; even with Faith's limited view of it, she had to admit it was deserved.

Who said she was the evil Slayer? She seemed to be better at making people happy than Buffy was.

"So, not driving stick any more huh?" Faith said.

Willow immediately flushed. She glanced back.

"You- uh, I guess," Willow said. "Is it that obvious?"

"Hey, I'm not blind," Faith said. She cocked her head. "Gotta ask though. We've been roomies, right? Sharing a bathroom, getting changed in the same room, did you ever-"

"Buffy! No!" Willow said.

"What? I'm not complaining," Faith said. "Just curious if I helped your realisation. Timing's interesting, that's all."

"I- Are you ok?"

"Five by- ooh, Faith must've rubbed off on me," Faith said. "All good. And hey, feel free to look if you did get curious, I won't be hiding anything from you."

"I- uh," Willow said. She swallowed. "Thanks? I think?"

"Any time Wills," Faith said.

Willow glanced across at her, a little nervously. Faith offered an encouraging smile. A few seconds later and Willow was looking more openly, occasionally glancing up to make sure 'Buffy' wasn't bothered.

Well that was one of Buffy's friends who'd seen everything. Who next...