Okay, don't get me wrong, I like this store fine. It actually holds nice stuff if you can get halfway past the leather and the skank and the-- Well, the salesgirl with the piercings behind the counter who leers at you whenever you walk through the door.
But... Faith saying I should try something on? I'm half expecting to find her holding a pair of nipple rings or something when I turn round.
They're not nipple rings. Definitely not nipple rings... A skirt, leather (who's surprised?) and a red halter neck top. I raise an eyebrow, try to work out how many levels of skank I'll be reaching if I wear that and-- Faith says the immortal words. She'll try on anything if I just put those on. I don't even have to buy them, I can just--
"Okay!" I grin, taking the clothes from her and heading away to the dressing room.
The skirt is tighter (thanks to the birth of my evil hell spawn #2) and way shorter than I'd normally pick but I look okay. It's not Skank City or anything and-- I guess Faith wants
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"Damn..." I can't really say much more than that as my eyes hungrily take in Cor's form. "You look smokin' in that getup, Cor." I smirked and finally raised my eyes from her body to her face
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"Smokin', huh?" I grin, smoothing the shirt down with my hands. It clings in all the right places-- Well, all if I was actually trying to get someone to hump me up against at a wall.
I glance back up at Faith who has this really weird look on her face. "Okay, what? Either I have something on my face or you just happened to forget the hotness of me." Hopefully, it's the latter - 'cause I'm thinking something on my face really won't go with the hotness of this outfit.
Then... She mentions fun. Between ascending to a higher plane, going evil, sleeping with Angel's son, falling into the ubersuck of all coma's and waking up on the run? The last time I had fun feels like never. And the day after never.
My hands drop to my sides. I know we should be confronting Angel about everything but... Just the idea of losing myself in a club somewhere, dancing with Faith? Really does sound like fun.
"Okay, going out tonight it is." I grin, "Anything else you want me to try? This human barbie doll thing? Way under-rated."
"Naw. How could I forget?" I drawled out, letting a lazy grin take hold of my face. "Not to say that you don't look wicked hot all bruised up and dirty, Cor. But this is way better." I wanted to touch. It had been so long since I'd gotten to touch anyone. Bad Faith!
My grin spread even wider when she agreed to actual fun tonight. "You know, you totally surprise me, Cordy. I always thought you were a stuck up Prom Queen with no sense of fun." I admitted honestly, and hey it was the truth. Cor had always been kinda like Buffy in my eyes. Boring with a capital B. The difference was I got B in a whole different way that I'd never got Cordelia. Slayer thing.
"I dunno." I said, when she asked if there was anything else I wanted her to try on. "Let's look around." I smirked wickedly at her. Cordelia in leather, now that was under-rated.
Six hours. That's how long we spent shopping, six agonizing hours. The only good part was bein' able to pick out a few things for Cor to wear out tonight. Cordelia in leather? Now that was a thought to keep a slayer happy at night, if you know what I'm sayin'. Even let Cor pick out a few things for me, some girly looking shit. I tried them on just to make her happy, but I didn't buy any of it. Cause when the hell would I ever wear that crap? Maybe one day I'd let her dress me, but she'd have to get really lucky...and for her to get that lucky, I'd have to get lucky, dig?
We had to take a cab home, because we had way too much stuff to lug back onto the bus. We both had so many new clothes it took us forever just to load them all up into the back of the taxi.
When we got home, we went to our own bedrooms for awhile. Unpacking new clothes and shit. But before long I noticed how late it had gotten. Time to go out and have some fun.
"Hey Cor?" I asked, peeking my head in through her open door.
"I'm ready." I tell her and stand up, twirling - okay, for my benefit as much as hers. I went with the leather skirt and the purple shirt - still skanky, yes. I always looked good in purple.
"Will I pass?"
Faith looks-- Well, damn hot, actually. Which I so shouldn't be thinking, but hey... "You ready to go?"
"More than pass, I'd say." I said, eyeing her over. So she hadn't gone with the halter, but Cor looks yummy in leather anyways, so I really didn't care about her top.
"Ready and willing." What can I say? I can't ever let a good double entendre get past me. C better appreciate it, cause I was startin' to get the feelin' that she was diggin' my whole lusting after her thing.
"Let's blow." I said, checking myself over in her mirror once quickly. Black tank top, red leather pants. Yeah, I looked smokin'.
Quickly, I touched up the last of my make up - lip gloss, perfect - before heading downstairs and into the cab we'd ordered earlier. Faith had wanted to take the limo but me, being sensible, thought that maybe being at least halfway discreet (or as discreet as I could be in this outfit) was the way to go.
"Kinda feel like I'm sixteen again," I said to Faith after a while, glancing at her as the cab rounded a corner, "Only this time, y'know, it's legal to drink and look this hot."
What was I doing? What the hell was I-- In a cab. With Faith. And very possibly about to give the driver an eyeful if he didn't step on it.
It's not like I'm starved for affection, although starved for attention by certain friends who abandon you while in a coma can count for part of that. Hell, I'm not even sure what this is... But I want it. And it's enough to have me pulling Faith towards me in the back of that cab.
"Y'know," I whisper, so the cab guy can't hear me, "What we're doing is only gonna lead to badness when we get home..." Badness in a bed. And not in an alley. And fuck, yes, I'm drunk... But not so drunk that I don't want this.
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Okay, don't get me wrong, I like this store fine. It actually holds nice stuff if you can get halfway past the leather and the skank and the-- Well, the salesgirl with the piercings behind the counter who leers at you whenever you walk through the door.
But... Faith saying I should try something on? I'm half expecting to find her holding a pair of nipple rings or something when I turn round.
They're not nipple rings. Definitely not nipple rings... A skirt, leather (who's surprised?) and a red halter neck top. I raise an eyebrow, try to work out how many levels of skank I'll be reaching if I wear that and-- Faith says the immortal words. She'll try on anything if I just put those on. I don't even have to buy them, I can just--
"Okay!" I grin, taking the clothes from her and heading away to the dressing room.
The skirt is tighter (thanks to the birth of my evil hell spawn #2) and way shorter than I'd normally pick but I look okay. It's not Skank City or anything and-- I guess Faith wants ( ... )
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I glance back up at Faith who has this really weird look on her face. "Okay, what? Either I have something on my face or you just happened to forget the hotness of me." Hopefully, it's the latter - 'cause I'm thinking something on my face really won't go with the hotness of this outfit.
Then... She mentions fun. Between ascending to a higher plane, going evil, sleeping with Angel's son, falling into the ubersuck of all coma's and waking up on the run? The last time I had fun feels like never. And the day after never.
My hands drop to my sides. I know we should be confronting Angel about everything but... Just the idea of losing myself in a club somewhere, dancing with Faith? Really does sound like fun.
"Okay, going out tonight it is." I grin, "Anything else you want me to try? This human barbie doll thing? Way under-rated."
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My grin spread even wider when she agreed to actual fun tonight. "You know, you totally surprise me, Cordy. I always thought you were a stuck up Prom Queen with no sense of fun." I admitted honestly, and hey it was the truth. Cor had always been kinda like Buffy in my eyes. Boring with a capital B. The difference was I got B in a whole different way that I'd never got Cordelia. Slayer thing.
"I dunno." I said, when she asked if there was anything else I wanted her to try on. "Let's look around." I smirked wickedly at her. Cordelia in leather, now that was under-rated.
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We had to take a cab home, because we had way too much stuff to lug back onto the bus. We both had so many new clothes it took us forever just to load them all up into the back of the taxi.
When we got home, we went to our own bedrooms for awhile. Unpacking new clothes and shit. But before long I noticed how late it had gotten. Time to go out and have some fun.
"Hey Cor?" I asked, peeking my head in through her open door.
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"Will I pass?"
Faith looks-- Well, damn hot, actually. Which I so shouldn't be thinking, but hey... "You ready to go?"
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"Ready and willing." What can I say? I can't ever let a good double entendre get past me. C better appreciate it, cause I was startin' to get the feelin' that she was diggin' my whole lusting after her thing.
"Let's blow." I said, checking myself over in her mirror once quickly. Black tank top, red leather pants. Yeah, I looked smokin'.
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"Kinda feel like I'm sixteen again," I said to Faith after a while, glancing at her as the cab rounded a corner, "Only this time, y'know, it's legal to drink and look this hot."
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What was I doing? What the hell was I-- In a cab. With Faith. And very possibly about to give the driver an eyeful if he didn't step on it.
It's not like I'm starved for affection, although starved for attention by certain friends who abandon you while in a coma can count for part of that. Hell, I'm not even sure what this is... But I want it. And it's enough to have me pulling Faith towards me in the back of that cab.
"Y'know," I whisper, so the cab guy can't hear me, "What we're doing is only gonna lead to badness when we get home..." Badness in a bed. And not in an alley. And fuck, yes, I'm drunk... But not so drunk that I don't want this.
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