Rollin' Stone

[harlot_colored]

What in the fuckin' hell are you doin' here, Faith? I asked myself that question 'bout a hundred and ten times the whole ride down from the aiprort. It's not like I had all that much that I was runnin' to here in L.A., but then again, I definitely had plenty of shit that I was running fromNo matter what General Buffy wanted to say about havin'

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[ttheangeluss]

What was I doing here? Did I really think I could do some real good by taking over the one place I had been trying to destroy for so long? Did I truly think that I-- we could make a difference here? That we could win somehow? Why wasn't I walking away from all of this? But I already knew the answer to that one, now didn't I. So what happens now? Do I just keep fighting the good fight from within the belly of the beast until it swallows us all? Until it took down every single one of us? Until there is nothing left

[harlot_colored]

Took a while for someone to answer the knock... like ten whole seconds or something. Plenty of time for me to consider runnin' for it at least three times.

"Just a sec."

Okay, so he was there. Shit, what in the hell was I gonna say to him? 'Hey, Angel, just thought I'd drop by, seein' as how Buffy doesn't like havin' me around, which is pretty okay compared to everyone who's from what used to be Sunnydale, who all hate my guts?' Yeah, that would go over great. I sighed, fingers twitching, wishing I had a smoke to at least give my hands something to do.

Finally, the door opened, and Angel stared at me like I was the last thing he ever expected on his doorstep. Well, on second thought, I guess that I was exactly that.

"Faith. What are-- It's good to see you here, come on in."The usual Faith 'tude slipped right into place, comfy and familiar as an old sweatshirt. It was the me I wanted everybody to know, and who I even was, every now and then

[ttheangeluss]

"Good to see me anywhere, man, I know how it is,"

I let the door close behind us and followed her in. It was nice to see that she hadn't change. That she was the same old Faith I had seen back at the Hyperion. Well, maybe not exactly the same, but not worse either.

I walked back towards the bar and let her take in the place. I knew exactly what she was thinking about because, it had been one of the first things I had thought of the first time I saw this place. Nice perks. I guess to the casual observer it would appear that I had sold my soul to the devil, when in reality it was a lot more complicated than that.

"... story. Damn, man... I dunno what kinda deal you signed up for, but if this is the perks for livin' on this side of the line, I think it's time to make a deal, yo.""Not really all that simple," I say walking towards the bar, letting her get acquainted with the place. "And not as grand as it looks from where I'm standing

[harlot_colored]

"Not really all that simple. And not as grand as it looks from where I'm standing."

I tossed Angel a look over my shoulder that gave him a loud-and-clear, 'yeah, sure, whatever' that had gotten even better since I started hangin' out with so many California types. Me, I was the first one to call a spade a spade, always had been, and this was one hell of a crib, case closed. It was too damn bad that what with the curse in effect and all, that Angel couldn't be bringin' the ladies up here on a Friday night.

Still smilin' to myself at the idea of Angel makin' out like a mack daddy at some poser club here in L.A. and pickin' up one of these bubble-headed Barbie wannabes, I found myself slowly sinkin' into a very comfy kinda chair and waitin' for my host to pour me a drink.

"Sure. Here you go."Angel handed me a glass of the clear-brown stuff and I gave it a whiff first. I wasn't much of a scotch gal, normally. Lotta beer, lotta shots, and if it was gonna be hard liquor, it was usually vodka, but what I had in my hand was strong.