Go on, have another drink Who: Faith and Luke Where: Some random bar in Ann Arbor When: Night
Her very first full day in Michigan and Faith had already found herself a lamiae. A lamiae who was going to be working on the same campus as her. Wonderful. Lovely. Fantastic. Just the sort of thing that she had not been prepared for. Finding a lamiae who taught art class was just a little different. Because I anticipated someone on the fringes of society who had no contact with anyone. God, I've been living outside of normal society for too long. When she started making assumptions just because that was what she was 'used to' was when she needed to be shook up. So she had to hand it to Cleo for reminding her of that. And for making herself such a welcoming, visible target. And a perfect reason for lighting up another cigarette before she stopped at the closest bar to campus. Maybe it was something that professors were supposed to steer away from doing near the students but the semester had yet to start so Faith figured that she could get away with it. That, and she did not do unspoken rules. If there was a rule then someone needed to step up and say something about it or else she was not going to acknowledge that it existed. Might not even acknowledge its existence if someone did say something because that would officially be the dumbest rule she had ever been exposed to - and that included her mother's rule about no eating snakes in the house when she was a kid. Should there ever be a time when someone needed to drink then it was after a day spent lecturing college kids. Or knowing that you were on a campus with at least one born enemy. Maybe more. There might be more. Probably was at least one more. Something about Cleo's basic presentation made her think that she was not the sort to go around being a glutton. But that could be wrong.
All of those were thoughts to be dwelling on later, when she was back home or even settled into her office. Not when she was walking into a bar with every intent of a drink. Or two. If by then her head had not gone and settled down then she would go for three and call a cab. It was the night after the full moon - she was entitled to having a little bit of fun. Plus she had put up with nearly a full ten minutes of conversation with her brother. If that did not earn her a drink then there was nothing that did. Most people probably could not handle five minutes of her brother. There was a reason that even his blood relations who had grown up with him called him 'crazy' after all. Faith would have been more in favor of something like 'intolerable' but her mother had been very firm on that matter. Until she was dead Faith had to respect her wishes and settle for the weirdly more acceptable nickname.
"Jack and Coke," she ordered as she slipped up to the counter. It was easy to slip between the few other patrons. When school started it would surely be more crowded in there and she would be sure to avoid it, but for now it worked. And once she had the drink she turned to see what sort of people were here tonight. A draw of the air revealed no snakes. Good. Last time she had been in a bar with a snake she had ended up in jail for the night. That would be a surefire way of getting fired before she had even started teaching.