Faith's head snapped up and dark eyes flashed with anger as the bottle was taken away, if only for a moment. If it had been virtually anyone else in the world, they'd be unconscious right about now, but Faith did figure that maybe it was bad form to knock out the girl who was letting her crash. Still, a slight growl escaped the Slayer's throat before she took the vodka back with a scowl.
"Feeling better?" She almost snapped, knocking back a long drink of the harsh liquid herself before letting out a long sigh, hesitating a moment before she put the bottle down on the coffee table with a muttered "sorry."
She chewed on her lip a moment before reaching out and snagging some of the food. She wasn't even sure what it was, but she was actually slightly hungry for a change.
"How is he?"
Not that she cared. Of course she didn't care how the cheating bastard was. It was only polite to ask, and that was all it was behind her question.