( ever since Faith put the fear of potentially hurting a quota partner in her head, Buffy's mind has been...well, a mess. she's spun countless scenarios, twisting them all into what-ifs she doesn't want to ever see happen to the people she's already come to care about. and after her first, and, god willing, last time at the SLUT center, Buffy's decided to ask for help...
...from a friend. )
i was thinking about what you said about quota partners and how some of them could get hurt if i wasn't careful and while i know there are other people in the city with strength to match our own, i don't know many or trust many
which brings me to my question
. . .
would you mind helping me worry a little less, when having to make quota?
[It takes Faith a few minutes to answer. There's just a lot to unpack. In her own mind and in the words Buffy's texted to her.
Still, she can't exactly deny it's not something that's crossed her mind too... even before coming to this place.]
your sexting needs work.
but yeah. i'll help you out, buffy. we're in this together after all. and i'll rock your world too, so you'll definitely be wanting to come back for more
[There are three sharp knocks at the door. If there's an ability to look out into the darkness, a familiar figure in a suit is standing there with one hand behind his back, his expression neutral.]
[Faith is almost entirely healed, because of the people that came to her aid. But that doesn't mean she's feeling particularly well. She's been drinking for one thing. For another, she's utterly exhausted and defeated.
She's been wallowing in how ineffective she seems to be at every turn. The knock at the door comes soon after someone else has come to check on her. She takes a look through the eye hole to see who it is and curses tiredly under her breath.
Faith leaves the door closed, resting her head against the frame, and calls out.] What the fuck do you want...?
[It's clear she's talking to her from one of the shitty apartments in the Down. Rick is out, so this feels a little less embarrassing, but not much. As soon as she starts talking, it's very fast, almost run together fast but still intelligible.]
Hey, so don't hang up on me, although I wouldn't blame you if you did. That night at the bar I wasn't at all myself. Fucking city had me convinced I'm like...the biggest prude in the whole world, and I'm the exact opposite of that.
You were fucking luscious in those pants, and this has been haunting me ever since I came out of it, but I was so damned embarrassed...
[She finally pauses for a breath.]
Anyway, hi, I'm Cinder, and I'd love to meet you as the real me. I promise I'm not some rude choad.
[Give her a minute to translate what the hell she's saying, blinking at the fast panicked talking. Faith recognizes her of course, she's hard to miss and their first meeting had been hard to forget.]
I know my ass looked choice in those pants. If anything... it was an interesting feeling being rejected like that. [It didn't feel good, but it did feel novel.] Most people don't say no to me.
We can meet if you like. I am happy to hear you're not a rude choad. You'd have had a rough ass go of it in this place if you were like that all the time. And with tits like that it would have been a fucking shame too.
Can I just come over there? I haven't been back to my apartment.
[And she doesn't want to go back, on the off chance Buffy will be waiting. Maybe it's cowardly to just avoid her, but she doesn't really care right now.]
[She doesn't answer, but she does come. Faith looks like hell when she approaches their spot on the beach. She's been crying and drinking. And still drinking, if the opened bottle of whiskey in her hand is any indication.
Faith doesn't say anything at first, she just sits down next to Dinah and sets the bottle in the sand between them. Finally, though she does manage a few words.]
[Dinah's not sure if she's excited or nervous. She feels alive with energy, like every nerve is buzzing inside her. She's not sure if Faith will want to join, or be done with her, but today's the day.
She's waiting on the beach for Faith by a roaring fire. Between the crackle of the kindling and the crashing of wave on rock, Dinah's hoping they won't be overheard. When Faith comes, she pats the log beside her.]
[Faith doesn't respond to the text, she just heads to the beach from the Back Door. She really doesn't know what to expect here, having no knowledge of anything that might have been going on with Dinah that warranted a conversation. So she's nervous as she approaches, trudging through the sand.
When she sees Dinah's face she's a little bit comforted, but still uncertain. All the same, she sits beside her and tugs her into a tight hug, one arm curling around her waist and eyes searching her face.]
[Faith receives a festively wrapped bottle of whiskey with a single gardenia tucked into the bow as a clue. It's signed only, "Season's greetings from the Christmas Elf" and has a kissy face drawn crudely on the inside of the card.]
ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!
hey. orgy at swallow wood (my place) on oct 21, courtesy of my beautiful friend margo. the theme is halloween, so costumes are required. +1 allowed but they must be hot. hope to see you there.
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