15657/Catching up.

Catching up.
Date of Scene:	30 September 2023
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Faith stops by for ravioli and parchisi.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Faith Lehane

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Thomas Raith has posed:
The sun is just setting. It's the time of day when good (and not so good) little Ghouls and Goblins are just starting to rise, as are those who hunt them of course. The rule also applies to nightclub owners, as the doors to the Blue Lady will be opening in just an hour or so. Thomas is preparing a bit of a light lunch, home made raviolli, and quietly whistling to himself.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane hadn't intended to drop by and visit Thomas l, not that she didn't want to see him, but she had been busy..And with Vampires on her trail - and a lot of them - she needed a quick get away.

Which brought her here, to the blue lady, probably a safer place than her run down motel, not that she's ever admit she needed his help.

The sound of footsteps running towards his apartment can be heard before she hastily plugs in the code, hoping it hadn't changed since last time. "Come on.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
The code is the same as it has been since Thomas gave it to her. The light shifts from Amber to green and the door buzzes and opens. Thomas raises a brow as she runs in. He's wearing an apron that says "Kiss the Cook" with a graphic of black tape covering a bit under half of the right side of the second O making it look more like a C. Subtle Thomas Raith is not. "Trouble?" He asks calmly reaching on top of the fridge where he keeps a pistol..

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane is panting only lightly but as it's been raining a bit, she's pretty soaked and her hands are bloody for some reason. She's also carrying a backpack which she pulls off and drops to the floor with a loud thump. sounds like something heavy in there.

Finally when she has a moment to catch her breath and straighten out her rain soaked hair, she glances at him with a cool smirk.

"Heh Thomas, fancy meeting you here, wassup?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith lets go of the gun, sincie it apparently wont be needed, and smirks. "I mean, to be fair I am usually only here to sleep... or other things that involve the bed. Which has been conspicuiously lonely lately." He says with a smirk. "Goat cheese raviolli?" He asks gesturing to his cooking.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane shivers a bit, trying hard to hide it and grins, tilting her head. "Missed me? Mm, but that food sure smells good, Guess we gotta lot to catch up on but first I need to get outta these wet clothes and into something more comfortable.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly towards the closet. Faith doesn't have her own /drawer/ per say. She would likely resent the implications having her own drawer at Thomas's place would carry. what she does have is a small gym bag that contains fresh clothes, toiletries, and all the other things a woman would have in her own drawer if she had her own drawer. Not that you could call these two complicated by any means. Right? He turns down the tempture of the sauce to let it summer and asks, "So how are things and such?" Eyeing the back pack curiously and giving her a look over, scanning for wounds and new scars as per protocal.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane eyes her bag of things, and shakes her head. "Mmm, like I said..I need something..More comfortable..Be right back!" and she disappears..Headed for his closet instead..The nerve!

When she returns she's wearing one of his shirts, and nothing else, looking way too comfy, the front buttoned down tantalizingly low. "Sooo.. How do I look?" she strikes a seductive pose before coming in behind him, leaning her chin on his shoulder as she peers at what he's cooking. "Mmm, looks tasty, I'm starved.."

The backpack isn't mentioned yet, looks like she's too busy being hungry and tempting him (or annoying him) to talk about it just yet.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, eyeing his white silk shirt gliding across her fit form, "You look like I am going to be late for work." He says with a wicked smile. He takes a plastic spoon from the box he keeps beside the stove and dips it in red sauce and brings it to the younger woman's mouth for her taste and opinion, following it with a quick kiss assuming she lets him. "Is that your plan? Secuce me and make me your love slave for the evening?" he asks mildly teasing.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smirks, wrapping her arms around his hips, pressing her body against his as she sips on the sauce. "Mmm, just as I thought..Now I'm really hungry." she nibbles on his neck and laughs, "Guess you're gonna be late for work, sweetheart. Think they'll fire you?" she grins and winks wickedly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "I dunno. From what I hear the owner of the place can be a real prick." He says with a smirk. "So hungry and horny... somebody has been hunting." He adds with a smirk, not that that seems to bother him either. "So which you want to take care of first. Sauce is still ten minutes from being done.."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smiles, "Well aren't you impatient. I'm hungry, Gimme sone food before we relax. Then maybe I'll tell you my fun adventure..After you've relaxed me enough Hmm?" she whispers seductively in his ear before nibbling on on it too. Wow someone is hungry in more ways than one.

"Ooh I hear he's a prick, but kinda pretty..Not as pretty as me of course but.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, pulling away and giving her a playful but reather stinging slap across her backside, smirking some as he goes back to his sauce and brings the salted water he was going to drop the raviolli in back to a boil. "Faith my dear, I adore every bone in your body...escecially mine... but I am deffinately the pretty one in this relationship. I'm the beauty, your the brawn." He says playfuly.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane gives a Yelp at the slap but smirks some more. "Mm, that's my boy, are you just teasing me now? we both know I'm the prettier one but that's neither here nor there. "

She suddenly glides away, sitting on one of the chairs, impatiently waiting for food. "Soo is dinner almost ready yet? I'm hungry enough I could eat you.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "Careful. Keep talking like that and I'll just crawl up on the table." Still he plates the food a moment later, bringing her four saucer sized raviolli and pouring homemade sauce over them, topping them with more cheese and parsley and bringing the plate over. "So you going to tell me what's in the bag or do I have to steal a peak after you pass out from pure sexual exhaustion"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs, "I wouldn't exactly protest to that.." she licks her lips, eyeing the food hungrily and without hesitation digs in..She doesn't talk for a while, focusing on eating, but when she finally takes a break she shrugs. "Oh, I stole it..From a vamp nest..Looks like a magic book of sorts related to that cockatrice judging by one of the pictures I found inside...But it's in ancient Latin.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, "Harry speaks Latin.. at least better then I do. I think he took a corispondance course... Not sure if he can read it though. I'm not sure about Willow. Giles is still in England I think." He says quickly running through people he figures." He is eating his own food with a bit less haste but equal amounts of zeal. He understands not talking during a meal, especailly for someone who requires upwards of 6000 calories a day to keep burning at the high rate that Slayers have to maintain.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane hmms, "Dunno if I trust Harry after he threatened me with his dog or whatever..I do like Sabrina though, I think I might look for her about this, she's pretty cool, demon hands and all.."

She shrugs. "But I'll worry about that later, right now I just wanna relax..Had to jump out a window to get away from a horde of angry vamps.." well that's might explain the blood on her hands.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a bit, "Yeah Harry mentioned you and Mouse had a bit of a stare down. I'll be honest, I would pay good monesy for tickets to that fight." He smirks more and nods at her mention of Relaxing. "I'll give Yosa a call, let him know he is manager tonight. We'll stay in, have a nice dinner, a couple beers, you can tell me about your vamp fight, and have furnature breaking sex all over the apartment."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane rolls her eyes, holding up her hands, "Hey, I wasn't the one look in' for a fight, just came out of being stoned for several hours, I was confused and he kept calling you my little plaything or some shit. Yeah that pissed me off but I didn't lift a finger against him. Then his dog steps between us and starts snarling and growling? Dunno what that shit's about but I wasn't lookin' to make an enemy out of your brother you know? Dunno what he has against me though but whatever."

With a shrug she finishes the rest of her meal pushing her plate away. "Yeah I'm less interested in your brother and more interested in relaxing and having fun.." she grins wickedly, pushing away from her chair, moving to climb into his lap, "I like how your mind works."

Thomas Raith has posed:
As the screen fades slowly to black, Thomas smirks slowly, "Yeah, let's leave Harry and Mouse out of this discussion for now. Personally? I think at least one of us is entirely over dressed for this party." He says as his hand reaches up to undo the last remaining buttons on the shirt Faith appropriated... The the screen goes dark. The curtains close... they probably play parchisi or something.