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 to see this 'cause she raps on the door outside of the changing room.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." I tell her, before pulling the curtain back and stepping outside, raising my arms and giving a spin just so she can see her handiwork. "The epitome of hot or what?" I ask, grinning.
"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.
Suddenly I'm thinkin' this was a bad idea, cause now I had a serious itch that wanted to be scratched. And I was pretty sure, actually I was pretty fucking positive that there was no way in hell Cordelia was gonna be down for that. Want. Take. Have. Took me a long time to realize that my cracked out philosophy didn't really work on actual people.
Not to mention I knew I had totally screwed myself when I told Cor that I'd try on anything she wanted. She was looking at me like I was her new barbie doll to make over. But I did tell her I would, as long as she doesn't pick out anything pink. I have to draw the line at pink.
"You should get it. And you should wear it out tonight, cause I'm thinkin' you and me? We deserve some serious fun." Fuck, if I took Cordy goin' to a club lookin' like that everyone was gonna be all over us. Kinda reminding me of when i used to go dancing with B. Only Cordelia was way hotter than Buffy.
"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.
It's funny - aside from Groo? It's been a long time since anyone actually thought I was hot. And no, I'm not counting Connor into that little equation because-- Well, eww. Faith looks at me and, no I'm not Willow, but... It's nice to know that you can have that kind of effect on someone - anyone really.
Then of course, Faith tells me she thought I had no sense of fun. "Me?" I ask incredulously, "No sense of fun? Please... Maybe once my life became all about the mission then sure, I lost the ability to let my hair down--" And really, I'm not as bitter about that as I sound, "--But believe me, I can lose it with the best of 'em. I can prove it, too." Oh God, I didn't really just say that, did I? I know Faith. I know she's the type to SO take me up on that type of challenge too.
Maybe she'll forget about it - she's already suggesting we look around some more...
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 to see this 'cause she raps on the door outside of the changing room.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." I tell her, before pulling the curtain back and stepping outside, raising my arms and giving a spin just so she can see her handiwork. "The epitome of hot or what?" I ask, grinning.
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Suddenly I'm thinkin' this was a bad idea, cause now I had a serious itch that wanted to be scratched. And I was pretty sure, actually I was pretty fucking positive that there was no way in hell Cordelia was gonna be down for that. Want. Take. Have. Took me a long time to realize that my cracked out philosophy didn't really work on actual people.
Not to mention I knew I had totally screwed myself when I told Cor that I'd try on anything she wanted. She was looking at me like I was her new barbie doll to make over. But I did tell her I would, as long as she doesn't pick out anything pink. I have to draw the line at pink.
"You should get it. And you should wear it out tonight, cause I'm thinkin' you and me? We deserve some serious fun." Fuck, if I took Cordy goin' to a club lookin' like that everyone was gonna be all over us. Kinda reminding me of when i used to go dancing with B. Only Cordelia was way hotter than Buffy.
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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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Then of course, Faith tells me she thought I had no sense of fun. "Me?" I ask incredulously, "No sense of fun? Please... Maybe once my life became all about the mission then sure, I lost the ability to let my hair down--" And really, I'm not as bitter about that as I sound, "--But believe me, I can lose it with the best of 'em. I can prove it, too." Oh God, I didn't really just say that, did I? I know Faith. I know she's the type to SO take me up on that type of challenge too.
Maybe she'll forget about it - she's already suggesting we look around some more...
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