FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (22'verse);
PROMPT: Speakeasy - requested by clarahow for drabbletag6 at femslash100
WORD COUNT: 200;
SUMMARY: As many people in Buffy's universe know; never assume you know everything about what's going on under your nose.
A/N: Got a feeling the oc's here will be appearing again somewhere. Both are physically male but, most of the time, they pass as female.
It was seedier in here than Willy's at its 'prime'.
The heat was oppressive; no point in air conditioning when you knew you'd have to vacate every few weeks.
Still, Buffy smacked her lips as she savored her beer.
"Never thought I'd be drinking a beer in a Tehran gay bar."
"That's not beer."
Chuckling as Buffy backed rapidly from the suddenly threatening beverage she planted a kiss on her lips. She tapped Buffy's glass with her own.
"Better hooch there than you'll get anywhere back home, B."
Buffy had to admit the place was a gem. "How'd you know about it?"
Faith pointed to a regular looking guy talking to a woman in a Hijab. "My contact."
"He's not got a beard, but..."
Faith shook her head, smug grin on her face.
"Used to be revolutionary guard; deserted when they met during the Iran/Iraq war. Wife was fighting for the other side; both passed ever since. Stuff of hollywood romance."
Looking again, Buffy watched them laughing comfortably.
Buffy grinned in embarrassment; then got up and bought more drinks. Inviting over; the four women spent the rest of the evening discovering each other's hidden worlds.
Goddess watch over us all,