Story Notes: Inspired by Cameron’s story “In Debt up to our Crossbows” and the Cheetos Laundromat commercial owned by FritoLay.
Author’s Note: yes, this is another rebuttal to DHSAB by Joss.
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A month had passed, and the Cleveland headquarters was finally starting to settle down. Vi hadn’t found a single item of bondage gear in her room for almost a week. In the last day only one newbie slayer had had the nerve to say ‘Wha-pshh’ and make a whip cracking gesture. The low point had probably been the last Council meeting, only a week after word of Vi’s film got out.
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Three weeks previously:
All currently-serving members of the International Council of Slayers and Watchers were present, save one, waiting for the meeting to start. Faith sat at the head of the table in the seat Dawn had christened ‘Slayer in Command.’ Willow sat to her left, representing the Wiccan members of the organization. On Faith’s right Giles annotated something on his clipboard, ready to speak for the Watchers. Past him, Vi filled the seat for Slayers that rotated through the Council to give the Chosen two votes out of five. The last chair, for the mundane members of the organization, sat empty.
The last Councilmember strode through the door wearing a look of irritation. “Alright,” Xander said as he tossed the offending item onto the table. “Who’s missing a pair of pink handcuffs
Willow leaned forward, interested. “Hey, those aren’t toys!”
Faith scowled. “And who puts ‘Hello Kitty’ stickers on handcuffs? That’s girly shit.”
Giles furiously polished his glasses. “If I may?” The rest of the Council nodded. “First, this is an organization full of young women, so I’m quite certain that a certain amount of girly...stuff...is normal. Second, it does bring up a pressing issue.” Giles paused and put his glasses on. He looked from Vi to Xander and back. “I assume that you two have discussed safe words?”
Xander gaped. Vi fled from the room. Faith actually fell out of her chair, laughing. Willow was the first to form words. “Giles, you are so bad!”
The meeting had to be rescheduled.
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Present day, T.V. Movie Night in the basement:
You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Movie, shmoovie; everyone waited for the commercial break.
“You sure it’s gonna be on,” whined one of the younger Slayers. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Do what you do on patrol,” said a second. “Hold it, and shut your trap.”
“Shhh,” whispered a third Slayer. “It’s on!”
Xander struggled to maintain a straight face as the commercial
played. There were gasps and stares from the Slayers seated around the room at the conclusion of the commercial. Vi cringed under the scrutiny. Xander squeezed her hand in support.
Finally, one of the Slayers could no longer contain herself. “Vi’s been naughty. Xander’s gonna have to punish her!” And with squeals and giggles all the younger Slayers scattered from the basement lounge.
Xander looked over at Vi who blushed furiously. “Hmm, he said. “Couldn’t have planned that better if I tried.” And the two were alone in the room. They snuggled together on the couch as the break ended and the movie resumed.
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