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by Chris Kenworthy (scoobyhq@fcmail.com)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Buffy.
She looks so sexy today. Her shining red hair, the tight light blue sweater and matching thin skirt she was wearing... Uh oh. Xander quickly wrenched his eyes away from Willow's rear end, his teeth out of his lip, and his ears back towards functional mode.
"...this all about, Willow?" Buffy was asking. "WHY do I have a quarter? You're not gonna decide on the flip of a coin after all this, are you?"
"Um, yeah," Willow began uncertainly. At Buffy's severe look, she hastily added, "But not the way you might think. It's something I read about once. If you flip a coin, pretending that it's gonna decide an issue, while the coin's in the air you can know for sure which alternative you really want."
Buffy took a moment to take that in, as did Oz and Xander with more than one moment. "So, how're we doing this? I flip the coin... which side is which?"
"Heads means I accept Xander's date to the dance," Willow said. "Tails means I go with Oz as his steady girlfriend."
"But it's what you call, not which way the coin actually lands?" Oz clarified.
"Yeah," Willow said tersely.
"And I'm bucking odds here," Xander mentioned. "I just wanted everyone to keep that in mind. Heads is for just one date, but tails is for keeps, right?"
Willow didn't comment. "Yeah, I think so," Buffy agreed. "Okay, Willow. Say when."
Willow took and released several deep breaths... (Xander trying very hard not to notice too obviously what that was doing to the fetching contours of her chest,) and nodded at Buffy. "Do it."
Buffy flipped the quarter high up and forward into the air. It was perfect toss, as befitted the Slayer's natural coordination, spinning quickly end over end as it sailed through the air. Three faces looked expectantly at Willow, but it wasn't until the coin was plummeting towards the ground that she called out "Heads!" A second later, "Tails!!" The quarter landed with a clatter, rolled into the wall, and settled still.
"Uhh..." Oz considered how to put it. "Which one counts?"
Willow looked at him forlornly. "First instinct. That was the point of this whole thing." She stepped up to the guitarist and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby, but... well, I really do have to give this thing between Xander and me a try. It doesn't mean I don't still love you, just..." She trailed off awkwardly.
Oz moved Willow's hand away and walked over to where the quarter had ended up. "Tails," he announced, picking it up. "Doesn't that just figure." He tossed the quarter back to Buffy and left the room.
"I think I'd better go too," Buffy whispered, and made her exit. Willow walked over to the table and sat down, a stunned expression on her face. After a moment's hesitation, Xander followed and sat down next to her.
"So, I guess we've got a dance date, huh?"
"Yeah," Willow nodded. "Oh, my gosh, the dance is tommorrow and I haven't even thought about a costume!!" She looked over at Xander. "I don't suppose you did either?"
Xander gave her his trademark shrug. "You know me better than that, Will!!"
(In room 14 of the Sunnydale Side Motel.)
"Oof!" Faith kicked the punching bag one more time, making it swing wildly up and back. "Come in!" she called out.
Jonny Hardcastle opened up the door and walked into the room. "Hey, sweetheart. I expected you to be down at that school today."
Faith shook her head, and her brown hair swung out bouncily, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. "Nope. Watcher number two, that Celia lady, came by this morning, put me through some paces, assigned some drills." The Slayer scoffed goodnaturedly as she walked across the room to grab a towel to wipe off some of the perspiration of her workout. "So, what's up?"
"Not much, honey. Any word on the Brotherhood?"
Faith shrugged. "Not really. Willow got a few hints with her credit card search, but we're basically still back at square one."
"Well, this may help," Jonny said. "They stayed in Monterey for a few days right before they came here, and I managed to managed to track down the local snitch."
"Ooh, what'd he have to say?" Faith said, her eyes wide.
"Nothing on the phone, of course. But I rode down there and had a talk in person. The brothers didn't say much, but two things stand out. One was a date on the calendar - December eleventh, the evening of, particularly. The other was 'having a chance to take the teenagers all at once...'"
"The eleventh is tomorrow!" Faith realized. "The masquerade dance! If it won't be every teenager in town there, it'll be quite a good bunch of them at least."
"My thoughts exactly," Jonny said. "You think we should crash the party, babe? Make sure we're there when it goes down?"
"Uh, okay," Faith said. In the back of her mind she considered trying to get the dance cancelled, with Buffy's help. But that would just cost them their best chance to trap the Bats; it wouldn't stop them or their plans, most likely. "I'll tell Buffy the next time I see her."
"Okay," Jonny said. "In the meantime, have you had any thoughts for how we deal with these guys? The shapechanging is a big problem."
"Not necessarily," Faith said. "After all, whether human, bat, or wolf, they still have hearts, and heads, don't they?"
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