Faith Lehane | OTA
Faith wasn't in the greatest mood. She'd stopped by Giles' place to get him to come to this shindig, but had found him gone completely from the hotel. Pretty pissed about it in general, she had almost skipped the party completely, but a trip through the kitchen changed her mind when she spotted the food that had been made. Since she'd missed the mall everyone was raving about and the free money to spend there, Faith had dug into the week's worth of clothing that had shown up in her closet her first night, and managed to put together something hot enough to get her through the night.
Now, she was sitting at a table with a stack of empty plates in front of her, drinking her third whiskey and smoking one of the precious cigarettes she had left in her pack. Every time she took one out, she counted the rest and then swore up a storm, so she'd actually only brought two down with her to the party and she was already on the second. As she exhaled smoke slowly that barely caused a whisper of a tickle in her throat (thank you Slayer healing), her eyes stared over the partygoers themselves. There were a few that she was thinking of flirting with - and a few she was even thinking of jumping at some point, but for the moment she was alone.