"Right," Faith echoed. "I mean who the hell can find a stupid puff of smoke sexy? And she's stupid. And all skanky and stuff." And Faith really really wanted to punch that smug face of hers. She briefly wondered if that was why Smokey had chosen Coma Girl, for the ability to look that infuriatingly smug.
In a way the fact that her best friend, someone Sam had been for a long time before they'd been together, had lied to her so much hurt more than the part of her boyfriend cheating on her.
"Maybe," she began to toy with the label on the vodka bottle, shredding the paper between her fingers in a nervous habit. "Maybe he'll sober up and realize he only actually fancied me when he was high."
She scowled, Ruby's taunting words going through her head from her lingering outside the warehouse. "Months and months," she muttered. "Too bad she couldn't have been more exact and then maybe we'd know. Know when it was Sam talking and when it became the blood. You think..." she paused and flinched. "Think maybe he was high when he ended things with Heather? That maybe he'll sober up and realize it's her he wanted after all?"