A Night on the Town
By Surnia

Title: A Night on the Town
Author: Surnia (
Rating: PG14
Spoilers: Through Helpless. Set a little before Bad Girls.
Content:  Faith takes Buffy out for a night on the town.


Faith and Buffy sat side by side on a wall, swinging their feet in unison. "That was fun," Faith observed, "I love a good dusting. Gets the blood moving." She reached into her jacket pocket, took out a bottle of vodka, opened it, took a swig and passed it to Buffy. Buffy looked at it a little dubiously. "Come on, B, lighten up," Faith insisted, "we've got what looks like a gutless ass-hole for a Watcher now, so we need cheering up."

"Well, you're not wrong there," Buffy muttered. She took a swig, shuddered and passed it back to Faith, saying wistfully, "I wish Giles was still my Watcher."

"What, so he could pin cushion you again? You needs 'em? You can't trust any of them."

Buffy took the bottle back and took another swig, "Wasn't all his fault. Like, I didn't tell him about Angel."

"So he got his own back," Faith stated cynically.

Buffy looked unhappy at this, and said, "It's not ... I mean, he didn't mean ... God, I hate this." She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Faith. She was beginning to feel a little warm. "Let's go get some undead ass," she stated, dropping down.

Faith dropped down beside her and stated, "Been there. Done that. I've got a better use for ass. Come on, let's see what the action is at Willy's."

She started off down the street and Buffy, after an initial uncertainty, followed her. When she caught up, Faith grinned at her and said, "I've got an itch. What about you?"

"I could do with another drink," Buffy said.

"That's not the itch I was talking about. Come on then."

Buffy followed Faith into Willy's. Willy spotted them and announced, "Slayers in the house." Several customers quietly left. Faith snorted, "Damn, I love it when they do that." Buffy was beginning to look extremely uncomfortable. Faith spotted a couple of leather-clad bikers at one of the tables. "Come on, B. These two look likely." Faith sauntered up to their table and said, "Hello, boys. Can we join you?"

They eyed up Faith and then Buffy and the larger of the two said, "Hell, why not?"

Faith grinned and sat down and Buffy reluctantly followed suit. Faith asked, "You from here?"

"Nah, just passing through," replied the larger one.

"Spending the night?"

He leered at Faith, "Got a motel room for the night. Not much in decor but the beds are all right."

"Spartan, eh? Just my taste. No frills."

"So what's your taste, then, sweetheart," the other man asked Buffy.

"I'm not really into Spartan," she mumbled, wondering what she was doing here.

"You need another drink, B," Faith said. She turned to the other two, "We're drinking vodka."



The smaller biker went to get some drinks for them. Buffy started to fidget. Faith gave her a hug, "Chill, B. You just need another drink, girl." He brought the drinks back and Buffy grimly took a sip.

A couple of drinks later Faith had convinced them to take them out for a ride on their bikes. Afterwards they ended up back at the motel where the bikers were staying. Faith had latched onto the larger one and was rubbing against him suggestively as he unlocked the door. They staggered in and Buffy and the other biker followed. Buffy was swaying a bit from the effects of the alcohol. Faith promptly grabbed her partner into a passionate kiss as she yanked his jacket off and pulled him onto one of the beds. Buffy's eyes widened at they both started pulling each other's clothes off and was astonished at the speed with which clothing actually came off.

The other biker came up behind Buffy and put his hands around her, grabbing her breasts as he wetly started to nuzzle her neck. "Come on then, blondie," he said, squeezing her breasts.

Buffy started to object, "I-I don't," as he spun her round and pushed her on the bed and climbed on top of her and started to pull her top off. "No," she protested a little weakly.

"What are you, a cock tease?" he growled, ripping her top open down the front as he pushed her legs apart with his own. She started to push herself up but only succeeded in pressing herself closer against his groin. "That's better," he said appreciatively.

Buffy glanced over at Faith and her partner who were already engaged in some very vigorous sex, which egged on the other biker. "Come on, bitch," he insisted, ripping off her panties. Buffy was beginning to experience a sense of panic as he reached down to unzip his fly. She took the opportunity to bring her knee up and then flip him off her and ran for the door. She opened it and slammed it as she ran out and then down the street.

Eventually she stopped running and burst into tears. She looked down at herself. Her skirt was askew and torn and her top ripped in half. As she wasn't wearing a bra, it left her chest exposed. She sat on a bench, pulled her jacket around her and started to weep. Suddenly someone sat beside her and she caught a strong whiff of alcohol. Turning, she saw a very drunk college student ogling her. "Rough night, honey?" he asked, "Maybe you need someone to treat you right." He put a hand on her thigh. She looked at as if it were an alien life form.

"Com' on," he murmured, starting to move his hand up her leg.

"Screw you!" she shrieked at him, leaping up and walking off.

She kept walking aimlessly, hugging herself in misery. Suddenly she looked around and realised that she was, in fact, making for Giles' apartment. Once she'd realised this, she rushed the rest of the way to his door and knocked loudly on it.

Giles opened it and looked at her in shock, "Buffy! Are you all right?"

Buffy came in and started sobbing in distress. Giles wrapped his arms around her and started to stroke her hair, "Buffy? What's wrong?"

"Everything," she mumbled from his chest.

Now seriously worried, he took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back slightly and noticed the state of her clothes. Her breasts were exposed by the torn top. He took a deep breath and averted his eyes, focusing instead on her face and asked, "Buffy, what happened?"

She looked mournfully at him. "Faith decided that I needed a night out having fun." She shook her head and sniffed, "It wasn't fun. I left."

"Are you .. did anything ..."

She shook her head and, biting her lip, burst into tears again. He pulled her back into an embrace. "Come on," he said, "sit down and I'll get you some tea ... or coffee." Keeping his arm around her, he led her to the sofa and they sat down. "I'll make some tea now."

"No," Buffy pleaded, "Don't go."

"All right," he said, continuing to stroke her hair while she clung to him.

"You're nice and warm," she murmured. Her hand reached over  and unbuttoned his shirt and she ran her hand inside his shirt and around his back, snuggling closer to him. Given the state of her shirt, this left her breasts pressed against his bare chest. Giles became acutely aware of the awkwardness of this position. He took a steadying breath, trying to work out the situation.



"How much have you had to drink?"


"What were you drinking?"

"Vodka. Straight."

It was obvious that he had a drunk as well as distressed Slayer wrapping herself around him. He noticed with a start that her hand was idly stroking his back.

"Buffy, I-I think we should get you home," he stated.

"Mom's away. Don' wanta go home. Wanta stay here with you."

"I could take you to your Watcher. In fact, perhaps I *should* take you to your Watcher."

"You're my Watcher."

"Not anymore."

"Don't like him." She brought his hand around and stroked his stomach. She chuckled deep in her throat and said, "Nice."

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Didn't realise you had such a nice bod." She giggled tipsily and added, "Willow was right."

"Willow?" he repeated in confusion.

"She's had a crush on you like forever." She giggled again and looked up at him through her lashes, "Maybe she's got a point."

He jumped as her hand started to creep further down. He started to get up, but she pushed him down, stating, "I'm the Slayer, remember."

She grabbed his neck and pulled herself up to kiss him, letting her tongue outline his lips before creeping inside. Forgetting everything for a moment, Giles responded in kind, running his hands through her hair, relishing the kiss. Eventually good sense prevailed and he pulled back and removed Buffy's hands from his neck. "You're drunk, Buffy, and you're not thinking straight. Faith set you off in a direction tonight and you've still got that momentum."

She looked at him in bewilderment. "I don't understand."

"Precisely," he stated, "and this is not the answer. Believe me."

She slumped against the sofa, and tears started to drip down her face again. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped away the tears and then gave it to her. She looked blankly at it. Then he stood up, bent over and scooped  her up in his arms. She entwined her arms around his neck, "This is nice," she murmured, leaning her head against him, "Whatcha doing?"

"Putting you to bed."

"O goody," she said, "with you?"

"You are sleeping upstairs and I'm sleeping on the sofa."

"Why?" she pouted.

"Alcohol is not conductive to good judgement. I'm sure you'll thank me in the morning," he said and carried her up the stairs and put her in the bed, pulling the covers over her. He put one of his shirts beside the bed so that she would have something to put on in the morning. He bent over and kissed the top of her head. "Night, Giles," she murmured.

"Good night, Buffy," he replied, pausing a moment to gaze down fondly at her.

Grabbing a pillow, he headed downstairs to the sofa. Locating the afghan, he dropped it on the sofa and sighed. Running his hand through his hair, he said to himself, "Wonderful. Bloody alcohol. Bloody sodding typical. And things weren't difficult enough." He got out a bottle of scotch and poured out a stiff measure and knocked it back. Muttering about the warped sense of humour of various deities, he turned out the lights and settled down on the sofa for the night.