Willow and Faith headed back home, stopping at the Pizza Parlor, and then Starbucks on the way home for edible sustenance.
"So, Red, whatcha think about that blondie dancin' back there at the studio?"
"Shut up, Faith," Willow responded, not letting her know that she was actually thinking about the dancing girl, but dancing together, and not really dancing, but using that as a metaphor. Two hours later, the duo was back at the apartment and finishing the last twenty minutes of The Sweetest Thing and the last bag of popcorn in the loft as Xander came home from the parlor, still in his 'working man outfit'.
"Hey Will, Faith, what you guys been up to today?" he asked.
Before Willow could answer, Faith responded: "Well, I woke up Red here, while, I'm thinking she was 'helping herself out with a little handball', and we went out to find her dance studio for today and saw a hottie in a leotard prancin' about that Red was practically droolin' over," Faith put in with a laugh and a jab to Willow's arm, earning her one of Willow's oh-so-comical death-glares. "Then, we saw you, got caffeinated, and headed back to the crib to catch The Sweetest Thing. You?" Xander was still picturing Willow and a blonde dancer in 'dancin' positions when Faith's voice broke him out of his dreamy reverie.
"Huh, what, how?" Xander asked.
"What did you do today?" Faith asked slowly so his oh-so-dirty mind could comprehend it easily.
"Oh, you know, the usual, cooked, served, whatever's needed to keep the paying customers of our country non-hungry. Not those damn, 'I'll just have a water' chicks." The girls laughed as he gave them his trademark, goofy smile.
Tara finished her morning exercises at the dance studio and caught a cab home to shower, eat, and get ready for the afternoon's class.
Ten minutes later Tara was opening the front door to her apartment, arms full of mail when suddenly there was a figure in front of her that startled her, enough to drop all of the mail in a heap on the floor and let out a tiny scream.
"Oops, sorry Tare! I didn't mean to scare you, it was just I wanted to know if you wanted to go out for lunch so I came by your apartment to ask you but you weren't here so I used my spare key and I thought you would be here soon, but soon turned into an hour and I just remembered that you were going to be at the studio this morning exercising so I was headed out to go ask you from there and boom, here you are screaming because I scared you and did I mention that I'm sorry?" Buffy asked in one breath, hoping that the blonde wouldn't be mad and giving her a sheepish smile.
"No, Buffy, I was just surprised! Sure we can go out for lunch, just let me take a quick shower, and then we can head out.
"Ok." Buffy replied.
"Just make yourself..." Tara did not get to finish when she realized Buffy had already made herself at home, leaving soda bottles, popcorn bags, and plates almost everywhere.
"Um. I'll just clean up while you're taking that shower?" Buffy asked, hoping that the blonde wasn't mad about that either.
"Yeah, good plan," Tara replied on her way to her bedroom to get a towel.
"Well guys, I'm gonna have to take a shower and then head out to get to the studio soon." Willow told her friends while putting away her coffee cup and straightening out the room.
"But doesn't your class thing start at 5:00 Will?" Xander asked.
"Yea," Willow replied not seeing the picture.
"Its 3:00 Red," Faith told her.
"Oh!" Willow said as the clue-by-4 hit her. "Yeah, I know, but I wanna be there early and warm up, ya know, see if everything still works and bends the way it should." Willow told them with an embarrassed grin to her friends for being so insane.
"Well, why don't ya try finding that hottie again? I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you work out the problems!" Faith told her with a wink.
"Yeah, Faith, I'll be sure to do that, once the monkeys start flying," Willow said sarcastically while already on the way to her bedroom's en-suite bathroom to shower.