Who: Faith and Derek Where: Drag Queen Bar (YEAH!) When: Tonight What: Bestie Festie Status: Ongoing Warnings: TBD
Faith was in the mood to forget about life. A girl tended to get that way after being stabbed by her girlfriend's older brother. Kai was a dick and while Faith's body had healed but quickly, she was still licking her wounds. Faith's pride was hurting pretty bad and nothing anybody said was going to make it better. The only thing that would make it better was wringing that scrawny motherfucker's neck. She was trying to be good and let Liv take care of it, let Liv handle her brother, the witch problem, whatever. What did Faith know? She was only The Slayer.
She healed, life went on. She went back to teaching her pole dancing classes to sagging middle aged housewives and dancing for saggier middle aged men. Not that those were her only clients. She had plenty of young hot ones in the mix too but Faith knew who her target audience was. It didn't bother her any really. Money was money and as long as it was green, she didn't much care where it came from. Her morals weren't exactly A plus solid gold. She had dropped out of high school and graduated from the school of hard knocks instead. She had morals but they were squarely her own and operating purely from the shadow of gray that Faith lived in. There was no black and no white and that was the only reason Malachai Parker wasn't dead.
It was a problem for another night. Faith had the night off seeing as it was Monday and hardly anybody went to the strip club on Monday night. They were all home watching football and only the vampires really hung around. Faith wasn't up for the blood donation program that Enzo had rolling but she kept an eye on it, made sure it was on the up and up. Now that he had proven that he was the least douchey vampire that she knew (besides Angel, naturally) she had backed off considerably. He ran his business and she ran hers and while the two definitely intermixed, they mostly left one another alone as long as the cash kept coming in.
On a whim she decided she was going out. Usually when Faith went out it was after a long hard hunt. She was either in a mood and wanted to drink her whiskey in quiet solitude in a dusky smoky bar or she was still amped up and wanted to shake her ass on the dance floor. Twerking was fucking stupid but Faith found that on a night when she was high from a kill and after a couple of tequila shots, twerking made perfect sense.
For someone who was self-proclaimed unfriendly, Faith sure had made a lot of friends in Portland. She made them in the strangest of places. Like a vampire who owned a strip club or a guy who wore super gay looking tights and had a cool shield. Like freaking Iron Man and Rogue and a ten year old girl who could arm wrestle a grizzly bear. But her favorite friend in this dimension always came right back to Derek. Eh, a broody vampire back home, a broody werewolf here. Somehow, Faith always seemed to manage to make it work. And in both planes of existence? With both of the supernatural men in her life? Faith was always trying to find a way to make them lighten up.
She was in Liv's car tonight. She wasn't going to make Derek ride bitch on her bike like she had done to Pete Quill. She didn't go inside because she knew Laura would chat her fucking ear off and she wanted to get to where the party was at. So instead of knocking at the front door like a polite human, Faith laid on the horn and screamed at Derek to get his werewolf ass out there.