15862/Unexpected Visit!

Unexpected Visit!
Date of Scene:	02 December 2023
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Faith seeks shelter after getting kicked out of her run-down motel room.
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Thomas Raith

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Faith Lehane has posed:
It's been pretty nasty outside, as a sudden freak snowstorm passed through the usually warm and Sunny city. Was it sinister magic at work? Or just a freak snowstorm? It's hard to tell these days, with all the weirdness going on in nearby Sunnydale..

Either way, heavy footsteps lead up to the landing in front of Thomas' apartment, followed by frantic knocking. "Yo Thomas, are you there?!" comes Faith's familiar voice, and she sure sounds wasted, like more than usual.

Maybe that's why she didn't enter the code..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith obviously had no intentions of going out. White turtle neck, black jeans, glass of wine... he's even got a fire burning in the fireplace. He looks like he practically stepped out of a Hallmark movie." He opens the door to let his lover inside, a slightly up turned eyebrow at her obvious inebriation. "I'd offer you a drink but it looks like someone beat me to it. I've got the fireplace going, why don't you come get warmed up. what's going on?"?

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane looks to be in rough shape. Not only is she totally stoned and pretty damn wobbly on her feet, but she looks pretty shaken up, maybe close to suffering frostbite. Her lips are almost blue, her scant outfit covered in a thin layer of snow and she's shivering from head to toe.

Faith doesn't normally dress heavily, tonight she's wearing skin tight leather red pants, a short black crop top, and an over worn denim jacket. Not the best clothing for winter wear but she probably doesn't have much else.

She's got a very overstuffed backpack slung over one shoulder, a half empty bottle of whiskey in the other. "Heh....Shoulda shacked up at the magic box, didn't figure that bastard at the motel would just kick me out in the middle of a freak snowstorm.."

Faith doesn't cry, or she never lets people see her cry at any rate. Instead she just laughs madly, tossing her bag -on the floor, grasping the back of the sofa to steady herself, "Didn't know where lose to go.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"Well then you came to the right place." He says as he puts his arm around her and starts guiding her towards the bathroom. "You need a hot shower to get your blood circulating again." He says calmly, making a mental note to go burn down that roach trap that Faith apparently used to stay at. "You can crash here as long as you need." Truth is he'd let the Slayer move in if she wanted, but doubts she'd accept that offer. "I was just about to make some food, how does spagetti and meatballs sound?" he asks calmly, not helping her out of her clothes. Normally he would, but in her drunken state he doesn't want her to misinterperate his actions.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane groans and rolls her eyes, "Geez, this is so damn humiliating..If they hadn't locked the door to the Magic box after I left, I woulda stayyyyyed therrrr...." she slurs her words a bit, heavily leaning on him and laughs, "Bet you love seeing me like this huh, bet you can't wait to take advantage of me.."

She sniffles and sneezes, but pauses, "I'm fine really, don't need no charity.." of course she is interrupted by her tummy grumbling rather loudly.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "You are my favorite person to have sloppy drunk sex with, you know that." He says amused as he sets the digital temperature adjustment on the shower to 85 degrees and nods, "You'd be doing me a favor actually. Every time I make Spaghetti I make too much. then it sits in my fridge, but who wants to eat reheated spaghetti." Of course he has no intention of taking advantage of the woman, and hadn't planned to make pasta before just now, but still... "Pretty sure I know why the Magic Box is locked up, but we can talk about it once some of that famous Slayer Healing has a chance to kick in."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane groans, clinging to him tightly, leaning a bit more heavily on him than she meant to. "Mm, a hot shower sounds good, don't think I can stand upright in it though.." she smirks, "Care to join me? I guess since you're forcing me to eat, I'll just have to after, won't I.." she smirks, giving his hand an unusually tender squeeze, a briefly fragile, thankful look in her eyes..It probably takes her getting heavily drunk and desperate to getting even this close to saying thank you, or showing any vulnerability..

Thomas Raith has posed:
It's damned hard to be chivalrous when a beautiful woman is drunkenly asking you to join her in the shower, and you have a demon living in your head that is looking at her and saying "So, lunch time?" ... and let's face it, Thomas isn't that chivilrious to start with. Besides, in her state he might need to catch her... right? He chuckles a bit and gives her hand a soft squeeze back, "well if the lady insists," He says with a slight chuckle.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smirks and takes his hand, guiding his hands over her clothes, helping to undress her..

Nearly an hour later, a warmed up and cleaned Faith snuggles in a warm velvety red dressing gown, lounging on the sofa as she waits for dinner, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace and the luxuries of a real apartment in general. Sometimes it's hard to remember what this place is like after spending several weeks holed up in a cockroach infested dump..

Her visits to the Blue Lady have been sporadic at best, no doubt something to do with her issues with her hostile landlord as of late.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith having changed into a pair of black sleep pants comes over with two large plates of pasta with massive meatballs and topped with red sauce. He sets the plates down, taking her hand and kissing her fingertips... in a covert action to make sure they are no longer blueish like they had been when she arrived. "So are you up on the latest gossip?" He asks curiously, pouring them both scotch and settleing on the sofa with her.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane sighs, curling her fingertips around his hand. A small, intimate gesture that might easily go unnoticed by most. She's a strange person Afterall. "Heh, depends on what..I know Harry sent us out to that weird sheep pasture where he had us sheep sitting for a while while we waited for those giant dogs and demon things to attack..Aside from that, I've been trying to keep tabs on the vamp gang that sic 'd that giant chicken demon on us..Seems they have buffed up their defences at the church and are continuing to turn people, animals and trees to stone in the nearby cemetery using that Cockatrice.."

She shrugs a shoulder, picking at her food rather hungrily, "Meanwhile, Sabrina found a way to send that Cockatrice back to where it came from but guess we gotta weaken it first.." she peers at him, "Soo what else is new?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, swirling pasta around his fork and then spearing a meatball to hold it in place. "Well it seems Harry and Willow have been attempting one of the oldest arcane rituals. Attempting to summon the Beast with two Backs." he says with a chuckle, taking a bite.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane arches a brow, "Beast with two backs? What the hell is that? Speak English, I hate riddles." she snorts, nearly chocking on her food, although the speed at which she scarfs it down suggests she not only is enjoying it but clearly has not eaten in a long while.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "They are having sex." He says with chuckle, waiting till she is just about to take a drink before saying it. "Honestly i thought she had better taste."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane arches a slow, surprised brow, "Harry is dating Willow...?" she bursts out laughing at that, clearly amused. "I mean..It kinda makes sense, they're both kinda oddball geeky magic users who are Soo obsessed in their craft that they lack any proper social skills." she shrugs a shoulder, "I mean I've never been close to Willow but she seems alright. Good on Harry.." she arches a brow atThomas, "What do you think about it?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith runs his fingers through his long black hair, exhaleing. "It'll take some getting used to certainly," He says sipping his drink. "I mean I consider myself Willow's self appointed Big Brother... and I am Harry's /actual/ big brother, so that is awkward. But by the same meassure I agree with everything you just said... And considering some of the women Harry has dated in the past, this is a step up... at least she's never tried to eat him."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane chuckles, "I'm sure Harry can handle himself..Can't say I know Willow well, and she can be..Moody and awkward but, hey, Harry seems pretty self composed and patient. I'm sure you'd have way more trouble handling me to be honest." she teases with a p,awful smirk, reaching up ruffle his hair.