milliways_bar | (no subject)

(no subject)

Faith comes into the bar from upstairs, obviously just out of the shower - all the blood is gone, and her hair is still wet, clinging to her shoulders.

Her expression is completely unreadable as she moves to the bar and acquires two things - coffee, and a room key - before moving to a table.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"They're going to be. Everybody's gonna be. Uh, don't mention this to the Crowley here, it's a future version of himself."

*Andrew nods. He's had that happen. It's a pain.*

...and Connor?

Faith shrugs, slightly.

"I'm mortal. He's not. It...it's better this way. Before it gets too painful."

I'm sorry, Faith.

Faith shrugs, smiling faintly.

"Hey. Me Slayer. Relationships doomed."

*Andrew considers that for a moment.*

You have a point.

Faith's lips twitch.

"I'm probably gonna go back to mine soon too. Not immediately...got a couple of weddings to go to...but soon."

*He nods.*

-- so aside from the casualties, did the siege go okay?

Faith is silent for a moment.

She has no idea how to explain this to him.

"We blew the place sky-high. And delayed the end of the world."

*Andrew gets a funny smile.*

Sounds like an old-school Sunnydale Special.

Faith laughs, for the first time tonight.

"Yeah, I guess it does."

*He holds out a hand, loosely curled into a fist.*

Go you.

Faith laughs some more and taps her fist against his.

"Yeah, rock on, me."

Then she throws her arms around Andrew's neck, hugging him.

*That was a bit ... unexpected.*

*Andrew hugs her back.*

Faith clings for a minute, then releases him, looking embarassed.

"Sorry."

*He pats at her back awkwardly.*

'Sokay.

Faith's expression is decidedly sheepish.

"Promise not to have a girly-fit on you."

*dryly* Perish forbid.

"If you ever see me doing another woman's nails, call for an exorcism."

*He considers that.*

What if you're sharpening them for combat use?

"Well, that's different, obviously. It's when you seen nail polish you have to worry."

Nail polish equals exorcism. Check.

*He nods firmly, and isn't grinning. At all. Really.*

"Nail polish, hair curlers, or any movie Molly Ringwald ever made."

Faith is. Grinning. Rather a lot.

Andrew has that effect on her.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only