Alec (transgenic) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-02 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | alec, faith lehane |
Who: Alec and Faith
What: A chitty chat
When: Friday night
Where: Fangtasia
Warnings: IDK yet.
Alec didn't understand why Faith wanted to talk to him. He figured if he was in 'trouble' she would have already shown her mug around his place and tried to kick his ass for it. Or just already handed him a little bit of that Faith flavor over the net, but something felt off. She was different and it was a side to her that he'd never seen before. So while he was curious, he also didn't care one way or the other about showing up. The longer the clock ticked though, he grumbled. She did give him a bike, but fuck, she owed him that. She owed him a lot more than that. So of course, he waited until the last possible second before he managed to even get up from the couch and do this favor for her. She wanted to talk. She needed answers. Answers about what? Ah, there was that curiosity again. Fuck me, he thought.
So he hopped on his new baby, the bike that Faith gave him last night in exchange for his. He hadn't told Jondy or Max yet that now the little bike that could was now in Faith's possession and their little races they liked to brag about? He was so about to stomp them out. But business first, then the fun could start.
It didn't take him long to get to Fangtasia and he might have taken the long way, just 'cuz because the bike was that sweet. He did manage to get there though and he walked in, looking around, almost expecting to see Serena. He didn't and if she was here, she wasn't out in view. He'd been keeping an eye on her lately. Kol was a dick, but wasn't everyone? So far Serena seemed cool though and even if Alec considered Kol a friend, he knew the bitch was sadistic, so keeping an eye on Serena was imperative.
Strolling through the small crowds, he found Faith sitting at a booth, already drinking a glass of whiskey. Sliding in across from her, he was greeted with her judgmental eyes and a waitress with legs that went on for days bringing him his own drink. Maybe that was a sign he came here too much, but whatever. Serena was often here and she was on this spiral. He was just there to make sure it wasn't going out of control.
"I'm here," he announced the obvious and picked up his glass, taking a sip. He set it down and leaned back in the booth.
"And now you get to tell me why I'm here."