"Severed head? Gross?" She gave him a look and tilted her head. "I figured you'd like a little distraction since your life seems to be going to shit lately." She took a breath, "Not to mention mine, so ..." The word was lazily dragged out as she pulled out the bottle of tequila. It wasn't like he was doing anything and a quick look around told her that much. She smirked at him, raising her eyebrows as she waved the bottle of tequila she had just lifted from the liquor store. "And yes, you'll hurt my feelings so, so bad if you turn me down. I went through so much to get this," she pointed out, but she was teasing.
Turning around, she walked into the kitchen and started looking around. She didn't have shot glasses or anything like that. Like she wasn't just a walking and talking bar, but she expected Stiles to have a little something in his cabinets. And of course - he didn't. Shocking. She figured he was a drinker. She set the bottle on the counter and turned around, leaning against it.
"I guess we're just drinking from the bottle like a couple of homeless people," she shrugged, she didn't really care. She just wanted to drink.
And she didn't care that she was making plans for him. She had come over without any announcement what so ever and she was telling him that they were drinking, but it was really Faye just needing someone right now. Of course, she would never admit that.
When Stiles walked toward her, she smiled to herself a little and turned, watching as he started going through the cabinets. There, that was better. "We can go to the roof," she suggested, moving back so he could continue to find whatever he was looking for. She studied him then though and his eyes were dark, just like his the rings underneath it. He hadn't been sleeping, but that didn't surprise her. Something was up with him and something had been up with him.