I was never faithful

After the ball, Renee had been in a Mood, capital required. She didn't want to talk about it, and Faith wasn't the type to pry, so there'd been relatively little chit-chat and way more sex. (Not that they ever skimped on the sex.)

Morning, now, so Faith sat up and cracked her neck, then fumbled in the nightstand for her pack of cigarettes. Nothing like a nic fix to start your morning. It still kinda shocked her that she didn't mind Renee sleeping over. Must be that hot Latina ass and all.

(for the hot Latina in question, who was modded with permission)

Faith was seriously starting to like the perks of her job. Last week, after her shift bartending, she'd dragged home a guy who could dish out as much damage as she could, and they'd destroyed some of her furniture in a rather cheerful way. And this week? There was a severely hot badass chick in her bed, and there'd been drinking and groping and all sorts of interesting experiments with the mood-ring apartment deal. Who knew science was so kinky?

It was Thanksgiving. Great. Faith and Renee were gonna spend the holiday in an all-American, wholesome sort of way. With Chinese take-out, Jack Daniels, and lesbian sex. Just like Mom's apple pie, really, if your mom was the neighborhood tramp and the pie had angel dust in it.

Merry freakin' whatever.

(The lovely and delicious not_an_answer modded with permission. NFI, just establishy. Broadcast is fine, and so is OOC.)

Faith opened the door and tossed her jacket onto the nearest chair. "Home sweet whatever," she shrugged. "Not much, but it's cheap."

Squall shrugged. "It's good enough. It's a place to stay."

"Besides," she grinned, getting her hands on the edges of his jacket. "You didn't come here for the view, did you?"

Squall looked her up and down and raised his eyebrows. "Actually, I kinda did."

Faith leaned up, a light smile playing on her lips. "How are you liking it so far?"

"So far, it's not bad," he said. Pulling her close and kissing her hard.

The rest of the night ... went as you might imagine. Only louder, and with more broken furniture.

(Establishy, NFI, preplayed with the wonderful whatever_sucks. Ah, ze plague.)