Her glass filled – she emptied it. Three glasses later, she felt relaxed enough to shed her coat and put a dollar in the juke box. Not that she'd dance, here, but some of these demons had the worst possible fucking taste in music and like hell was she gonna sit through another round of 'flashback to the eighties'. Tiffany was probably a demon, anyway.
ROTFLMAO!
This is Faith all. Over!
"Hey, Sslayer."
"Snake," Faith said, tipping her glass toward the demon a little. "How's tricks?"
"Very sslow." Snake lifted one scaled finger toward the bartender, split tongue flickering out. "I've got an oversstock of virgins jusst now."
"I could probably help with that," Faith said, grinning,
Oh, oh--this is so Faith! And so self-sacrificing, to help with that overstock of virgins. She's a giver :D
Faith spun around, automatic grin fading a little and then coming back strong. Strong as a shield.
You may not have an easy time writing her, but there're no earmarks of a fight. This just feels like Faith--off the cuff, and sincere.
"I'm just doing my job, Faith. You know – the punch-kick-stake thing?"
BUFFY!!!
And the way I like her: wry, and sans bug-up-her-ass. Kinda awkward and girly.
She slumped against the rail next to Buffy and drew on her cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the other woman in a grey-white plume. The sensation – slayersisterotherme – hummed in her bones.
I love that. I may steal that. I mean . . . never would I steal from you, compadre! ::Cordelia-smile::
Something big going down? Timmy in the well? Angel lose his soul again? Or maybe Willow this time?"
::snorfles::
"God. You know, I was pretty messed up in LA. I mean, my whole town – my whole life – had just went boom and Spike was dead and...and...the Potentials weren't anymore and then there was Angel and all those evil lawyers and I was really confused, you know?"
BACKSTORY!!!!!
backstory?
Oh. All that. Again. Second verse, same as the first. "Didn't seem confused to me." Faith turned and walked along the rail, tapping it with the tips of her nails. Feeling the little shocks up her fingers, feeling the cold of the metal, and the slickness of the drizzle that was coalescing out of the air. "Seemed like you were pretty sure you knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it."
Dude. You're a horrible, mean, jerky, stinky-socked tease! Backstory!
"Well, maybe I was but now I'm...not. I mean, a person is allowed to go off and...and wallow in shoes and eat too much pasta and blow up their hairdryer –"
"You blew up your hairdryer?"
"It was an accident!" Buffy had that look on her face. That look like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar but she's very, very sure if she just pouts a little and flutters her eyelashes, she'll get to keep the cookie, anyway. "I mean – outlet, plug – how was I supposed to know they super-electrify things over there?"
Too much Andrew-exposure. . . . ::nods sagely::
Faith couldn't help it – she had to laugh. "Did you catch anybody on fire?"
"No! Just a couple towels. And a rug. And part of the wall. But the shower had this detachable head so I put it out pretty quick." Buffy was smiling and Faith laughed again, shaking her head.
A resourceful, and quick-thinking Buffy. Another favorite facet. Though I'm fondest of backstory!Buffy :D
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ROTFLMAO!
This is Faith all. Over!
"Hey, Sslayer."
"Snake," Faith said, tipping her glass toward the demon a little. "How's tricks?"
"Very sslow." Snake lifted one scaled finger toward the bartender, split tongue flickering out. "I've got an oversstock of virgins jusst now."
"I could probably help with that," Faith said, grinning,
Oh, oh--this is so Faith! And so self-sacrificing, to help with that overstock of virgins. She's a giver :D
Faith spun around, automatic grin fading a little and then coming back strong. Strong as a shield.
You may not have an easy time writing her, but there're no earmarks of a fight. This just feels like Faith--off the cuff, and sincere.
"I'm just doing my job, Faith. You know – the punch-kick-stake thing?"
BUFFY!!!
And the way I like her: wry, and sans bug-up-her-ass. Kinda awkward and girly.
She slumped against the rail next to Buffy and drew on her cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the other woman in a grey-white plume. The sensation – slayersisterotherme – hummed in her bones.
I love that. I may steal that. I mean . . . never would I steal from you, compadre!
::Cordelia-smile::
Something big going down? Timmy in the well? Angel lose his soul again? Or maybe Willow this time?"
::snorfles::
"God. You know, I was pretty messed up in LA. I mean, my whole town – my whole life – had just went boom and Spike was dead and...and...the Potentials weren't anymore and then there was Angel and all those evil lawyers and I was really confused, you know?"
BACKSTORY!!!!!
backstory?
Oh. All that. Again. Second verse, same as the first. "Didn't seem confused to me." Faith turned and walked along the rail, tapping it with the tips of her nails. Feeling the little shocks up her fingers, feeling the cold of the metal, and the slickness of the drizzle that was coalescing out of the air. "Seemed like you were pretty sure you knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it."
Dude. You're a horrible, mean, jerky, stinky-socked tease! Backstory!
"Well, maybe I was but now I'm...not. I mean, a person is allowed to go off and...and wallow in shoes and eat too much pasta and blow up their hairdryer –"
"You blew up your hairdryer?"
"It was an accident!" Buffy had that look on her face. That look like she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar but she's very, very sure if she just pouts a little and flutters her eyelashes, she'll get to keep the cookie, anyway. "I mean – outlet, plug – how was I supposed to know they super-electrify things over there?"
Too much Andrew-exposure. . . .
::nods sagely::
Faith couldn't help it – she had to laugh. "Did you catch anybody on fire?"
"No! Just a couple towels. And a rug. And part of the wall. But the shower had this detachable head so I put it out pretty quick." Buffy was smiling and Faith laughed again, shaking her head.
A resourceful, and quick-thinking Buffy. Another favorite facet. Though I'm fondest of backstory!Buffy :D