I was never faithful

Faith was in a huge bed when she woke up. An' she had her favorite frog pajamas on and her bestest friend Renee had slept over. An' her apartment walls were all crazy-fun polka dot colors. Wicked!

This meant today was gonna be awesome and she had to celebrate by jumpin' on the bed. And hopin' she didn't land on Renee.

(for the BFF!)

So Faith had finally gotten that stripper pole installed. Which reminded her: had to get the landlord some kinda thank-you card for giving that the all-clear.

Not right now. Right now, Faith had invited over her two favorite hot girlies and was throwing a little housewarming party for that pole.

It was gonna be a good night.

(Establishy. Ghanima and Renee modded with permission while their muns are AFK. The trio will be spending most of this weekend having a grand old time. She'd apologize for the noise, but she's not sorry. At all.)

When Faith returned to MCA Minus Five at the asscrack of freaking dawn on Tuesday, she was tired, and covered in bloodstains -- luckily, not hers -- and she was pissed.

Either Robin (the soon-to-be-dead ex) thought he was a funny, funny guy, or he hadn't realized that the vampire hotspot in the area was actually a vicious nest of vampiric lemurs.

Granted, she and Ghani and Renee had staked those little mofos. Not the point. Kinda lacked a certain ... dignity. Staking lemurs.

"Never taking a mission from that prick again," she announced, dropping her bags. She needed a shower. Or six.

(Establishy! Open to Ghani or Renee if they came back to her place with her, otherwise she's napping and will be around later.)

Faith hated getting calls from the ex. But this one was at least fairly interesting. Local hotspot, if she was in the area anyway, blah blah blah.

She was tempted to tell him he was a mediocre lay, but skipped it. Vampiric activity, probably a nest, somewhere on Mada-- wherever they were. Good enough. Time to go hunting.

She considered her phone for a few, and then dialed a couple of numbers. Robin didn't say she couldn't make a girls' night out of it, right?

(For Renee and Ghanima)

Faith was making coffee. Which seemed to be decaf. Which was okay, she was just making coffee for something to do, and coffee seemed like a good thing to do. Better than nothing. Coffee. Right.

She was kinda watching the door for her whole ... maybe-semi-girlfriend-ish to come over so they could Talk about the whole ... maybe-semi-girlfriend-ish thing.

She hated Talks like that. She'd only ever had a couple, and they all sucked. Still. Better than ... not talking? Maybe?

She sucked at this.

(just for the hot cop)

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.)