Faith Lehane (slayer_faith) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-02-05 09:20:00 |
|
|||
Current location: | Faith and Giles's Place |
Current mood: | accomplished |
Entry tags: | candice harrington, faith lehane, place: la |
Taking All Bets!
Who: Faith and Candice
Where: Faith and Giles's Place
When: Thursday Afternoon
"YO! LEHANE!" A lopsided grin on her face, Candice was standing outside of Rupert Giles' home, pounding on the door. She was much more outgoing when she knew the man wasn't home. "Open the door, biotch!"
Faith ran downstairs from her bedroom and ripped the door open, doing good to not tear it off its hinges. "What's up, hot stuff?" she asked with a huge grin on her face.
"Not a GOD DAMNED thing." Candice shook her head and set her hands at her hips. "I am so fucking BORED." She wore snug light-blue jeans, red sneakers, and a tight powder blue t-shirt that had two birds on it, and the word 'swallows'.
"Love the shirt," Faith said, moving to let Candice inside, and shutting the door behind her. "Been trying to keep busy myself, and failing miserably."
"You could always go make your ex miserable... that plan always used to cure boredom for me, well... back when my ex lived here." She stepped inside, audibly laughing as she realized this boring-looking house was the last place Faith seemed to belong. "If all else fails, we can go to the pizza place and suck miserably at the arcade games."
"Making my ex miserable sounds like a lot of fun, actually," Faith said with a grin, shutting the door behind her. "What sort of things did you do to annoy your ex?"
"Oh, just boring stuff, really." For once, Candice actually felt a blush creep onto her lips and she muttered the rest of the sentence out in one quite breath. "youknow,justfuckedhisbrotherandhisbestf
"Really?" Faith asked. "Well, I doubt that his brother would touch me, since he's got a fiance and everything, although the old college try never hurts. He does have some relatives in town, though."
"Yeah, I doubt the brother thing would work with him." Candice actually snorted there. "His brother is more boring than this house, dude."
"It's not the looks of a house that tell you what really happens inside," Faith reminded her with a grin. "Still, plenty to work with."
She lit up suddenly, laughing. "AH! I just remembered one thing I did to fuck with him though, that went way further than fucking his friends... I went up to his 'new' girl, and politely told her he likes his women like he likes his coffee." After a beat, she grinned. "Ground up and in the freezer." The girl ran her fingers through her dirty blonde hair and gave an innocent shrug. "She never went out with him again... can't imagine why!"
Faith cracked up. "I'd have to tell that to every decent looking girl in LA, though. He'll bang just about anything on two legs." Probably even do a vampire, knowing him. He'd done it before. "I think the best revenge is having a good time, though."
"Hell, it's not like he can do better... I mean look at you, girl!" Because not very much in Candice's life was more fun than flirting with Faith. Seriously.
"Nah, he really can't," Faith agreed. "Might as well make a game of having fun, though, right?" She arched an eyebrow at her. She just had an idea.
"Ok, I know that look, and usually it's because you've had an idea way better than losing 20 bucks in a Mortal Kombat machine." Crossing her arms over her chest, she felt her lips curl into an amused smirk.
"Much better than that," Faith said, sitting down on the sofa, patting the seat beside her for Candice to sit in. "We both like to get groiny with people, right? Let's raise the stakes a little higher than just that. I've got an idea to turn getting it on into a bit of a competition. Kill the boredom, and let's me rub all sorts of things in Ben's face."
Candice cracked up when Faith finished her sentence. Only she would actually come up with something like this. "What, like a 'notches on the bedpost' competition? Quantity would win, but quality has to matter too, or else we could just to a Star Trek convention or something and win in one day."
"Well, we'll come up with a way to score them, write them down in a book or something." Faith grinned at her. "Although deflowering an entire convention of nerds sounds hilarious."
"No WAY. Have you BEEN to one of those? It's like 'dude, forget The Force... MAY THE SOAP BE WITH YOU." She grumbled, sticking her tongue out. "Yecch."
Faith cracked up. "That's why it's hilarious and not fun," she said to her. "So, you up for it?"
"That's like asking Michael Jackson if he's up for a day-trip to the set of Romper Room, dude. Of course." Just from a mixture of pent-up energy and sheer boredom, she found herself twirling her ever-present switchblade.
"Alright!" Faith even pumped her fist into the air when she agreed. "We'll keep tabs on this shit and everything. It's going to be wicked awesome."
"Hah! Prepare to lose, baby." Candice laughed triumphantly.