Date Night (23 page)

The Boston slayer raised an eyebrow.

"Look in your nightstand," the golden-haired slayer instructed.

Faith sat up in bed, and reached across Buffy's body to open the bedside table's single drawer. She fished her hand around inside the drawer, and after a moment, pulled out a small silver object that resembled a lipstick container.

"Since I kept yours," Buffy noted, feeling slightly anxious, "I thought I should get you a new one."

The Boston girl shook her head in amazement. "Did you go to a store to get this?"

"Me? No way," Buffy squeaked. "I ordered it online."

Faith rolled the tiny toy around in the palm of her hand, and her dark eyes glimmered with mischief. "You got fresh batteries in this thing?" she asked, still staring at the small bullet-shaped vibrator.

"Yeah, I think so?"

"Good," Faith replied with a wide grin. She clicked the silver cylinder on and it buzzed to life. "Cause we're about to wear them out."

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