Who: Faith Lehane and Wesley Wyndham-Pryce Where: Complex front steps When: Late Monday night, after getting Harry disarmed and back to the complex Rating: Of course it'll all be nothing but fluffy bunnies!!! (Likely high for Faith's mouth) Status: In progress
After the complex doors closed, Faith stepped back from the building, studying it for a moment. Ever since she'd first shown up in Lawrence, more than two years ago, now, she'd avoided living with everyone else in their place. And it had worked out well, really, because she wasn't the happy-go-lucky complex type. She liked the place she'd been living in, even though some of the memories there sucked, and some were good that were just too painful to think about. She went to the complex pretty often - just to see Mark, of course - but she didn't feel like she belonged there. Hell, she probably never would.
Ignoring Wes for the moment because she figured he was about to head into the building himself, the Slayer turned her back on the building and settled onto a step. Digging out a slightly crushed pack of cigarettes, she tapped one out, then lifted it to her lips. Pulling a lighter from her pocket, she raised it and lit the end of the cigarette, inhaling deeply, then slowly exhaling again. Chocolate eyes flickered over to the form of her ex-Watcher, and after a moment she offered out the pack, just in case. 'Course, she didn't seriously think he'd take one. Despite having changed from having his throat slit, or whatever - and who the hell had done that, she wanted to know - he still seemed, to her, like he was probably just as uptight and British as ever. But still, it had to count that she offered, right? And that she was sticking around for the moment. He was, after all, the only person she'd trusted enough to have her back tonight in dealing with that damn semtex bomb.