"At this point in my life I have no fuckin clue where I'd be, maybe somewhere on the streets of Boston or in New York hookin it." She joked and continued to eat. "This is just my deal now, but why I'm sticking around these days? Don't ask, I just feel I gotta." Faith's eyes light up. "Oh hell yes! I love the feel in my hands and yeah gotta be some heavy stuff or you feel like your playing with toys." She screwed up her nose. "Like my stakes are all oak." She grinned. "Any time you wanna rumba let me know and we'll spar." She offered. "Buffy has been off in lifeless distraction land, so we ain't been doing our sessions together." She frowned.
Faith nodded looking at her food. "Yeah he was something alright..maybe one day I'll get up the guts to go lay some flowers or some shit... and...oh fuck, just don't tell anyone I said that k?" She looked to the other girl flinching but hopefull. Somehow hiding under the guise of a cold demeanor worked for her better then dealing with things. She smirked. "Guess I should have gave that a whirl when I had the chance." She laughed.
"Oh a real drink sounds great... gimme a sec." Faith got up from where she was and went to the room next to the one they were in, when she returned she had a bottle of wine in her hand. "I knew those rat bastards had a stash, thank you break n enter class!" She smirked. "Hmm Bordeaux and she don't look cheep 1992!" She popped the cork taking a long drink then passed the bottle. "Cheers!"