Faye looked ahead as he spoke. She expected some stupid mantra that she should just get over it. That it wasn't her fault, but this fucking kid. She was surprised. Stiles freaking surprised her and she watched him as she held onto her drink that she was actively taking sips from. She felt warm from it, but the breeze cooled her down. It was actually the perfect fucking combination.
No, she didn't know for sure. Those few days, she and Jake basically attacked people, fed and fucked - there was really no in between and some part of her didn't feel bad at all. She had fun. She and Jake were tight and it was all about what they wanted. Which really wasn't any different from any other day. They were both pretty selfish when it came to what they wanted, but now - she just couldn't stop thinking about it. It was a conflict inside of her fucking head and she it wouldn't stop.
She really just wanted it to stop.
"You'll help me?" She looked at him, her voice even dripping with the shock of the revelation, but she offered him a smile, even if it was teasing. "See what happens when I booze you up, Stiles." She looked up at the sky and sighed, her long dark hair blowing behind her. "Jake told me to just get over it. He's an ass though and maybe he doesn't understand. Maybe I don't want him to. Who knows." She looked down at her drink and felt a little dizzy as she moved her head, but it was whatever at this point. She was getting drunk. She wanted to. She sat up fully and sat Indian style. Reaching for the bottle, she poured more in her glass which was already a little full because she was sipping. She was just tipping it off.
"I don't know how they were. And I'm pretty sure I did ... There were a few times they hit the ground and it wasn't like I stopped to check if they were breathing. I can handle it ... if I did kill them. I just want to know, you know?" Maybe it was actually better off that she didn't, but whatever.
"What's up with you? You're not a complete jackass, why did you let yourself get fired?"