"Let's go to my place," Faith said. She didn't have to be asked or told twice. Cordelia was feeling the heat and so was Faith. They hadn't spent that much time at the club but why bother with it? Clubs were an old scene for Faith and she could make drinks at her place, hell she would make the girliest cocktail ever if Cordy wanted it.
Cops made her itchy, even though she was free and clear of charges in Salem. She had already checked that shit out. Since she couldn't flee and Angel couldn't help her out with some legal support, she had to make sure she was ready for the cops if they came at her. They weren't going to have to deal with that shit at Faith's place. She shared an apartment with Amara who always had some dbag GQ looking motherfucker hanging around. Faith assumed they were fucking, it was a good assumption.
She was sure that Cordelia still didn't understand how long Faith had been wanting this but it didn't matter. She also hadn't taken too long. There wasn't the same amount of bad blood between them that there was with Buffy and Cordy hadn't waited until someone else wanted Faith to make her move. She was more like Faith, self-assured and confident when it came to her sexuality. Buffy had too many fucking hang ups there. Probably because she boned the soul right out of Angel.
Once they got outside, the cool night air bathed Faith in its tranquility.
"I think I need to get a motorcycle," Faith said as they walked down the sidewalk. "Something loud and flashy. What do you think?"