Willow raps briefly on Kennedy's door before entering with her booty tea. She walks in to find Kennedy fully dressed and pulling on some fashionable leather boots. "For someone who's sick you look surprisingly robust and casual-dressy," notes Willow. That's because Kennedy wasn't really ill at all. She's just faking so that she can try and get it on with Willow. How terribly well-adjusted of her. Kennedy doesn't tell Willow this right off the bat. She phrases it in terms of, "I have a mission. And I need your help." Making it sound like there is Something Serious Afoot. As Kennedy pulls on her jacket, I catch sight of her ugly-ass suspenders, which remind me of nothing so much as that late-eighties sitcom My Two Dads. As if I needed yet another reason to hate Kennedy.
Bronze. Band. Cut to Willow and Kennedy sitting with big foofy-froofy girl drinks. Watch it! What with Willow's addictive personality, she might turn into a girl-drink drunk. Also, if I were Willow, I might think twice about someone who lied to me to get me to go out with her. And it looks like Willow is taking my advice; she gets up to leave when she finds out that there is no big mission afoot. Kennedy begs Willow to "hang out with [her] a little," because showing your potential partner that you're that pathetic and desperate for their company is very sexy. It's not quite working, and Kennedy figures that she has to be even more of a self-serving leech by telling Willow that she's "sexy" when she pouts. Which just sums up Kennedy's problems, if you ask me. Also, I'm going to be sick. "Why do you do that?" asks Willow. "To get you to stay," admits Kennedy. Gah. Kennedy is like an even less likeable, even more wooden-acting, lesbian version of Riley. No wonder I hate her so. Willow agrees to stay for one drink, thus proving to Kennedy that it's quite easy to manipulate Willow into doing what Kennedy wants, as long as she remembers to talk about how great Willow is. Kennedy immediately begins to barrage Willow with questions like, "How long have you known that you're gay?" and when Willow busts on her for presuming that she's gay, Kennedy rephrases it to, "How long have you enjoyed having sex with women?" Willow gets a little shrill, but for reasons I will never fathom, she doesn't just get up and leave. Kennedy blathers something about flirting, and she must have charmed Willow somewhat, because Willow admits that she realized that she was gay three years ago. Yeah. Losing a guy like Oz might be enough to turn me too.