16095/A Heart to Heart kinda..

A Heart to Heart kinda..
Date of Scene:	01 March 2024
Location:	Apartment, the Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Faith and Thomas have a heart to heart..
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Thomas Raith

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Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane has been spending more and more time at Thomas' place, no doubt the fact that she got booted from her own dump must have played a factor...But surely she has other more personal reasons for spending more time here, right..?

Of course with the recent arrival of an ex of Thomas' with whom he still seemed to be on good terms, Faith has been sparse of late, claiming to have picked up some odd late night jobs, and increased her patrols after the second glyph fiend attacked darlington park in the past month.

But one can't help but wonder if there's something else on her mind lately.

Its nearly midnight when she slips into his apartment, looking tired and ragged but thankfully not bruised and beaten for a change. And naturally she's got a six pack of beer with her as she flops down tiredly on the couch. Since defeating the ice fiend, at least Spring is finally around the corner.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Of course, when you own and opperate a night club, Midnight isn't late. It's like 3 pm for normal people. Thomas was in his office, but had the door to the apartment itself open, so he could see the privte door to the street level open and Faith come in. He saved out the spread sheet he was working on, smiling as he leans agienst the door jam seperating the apartment from his office. "Only you would buy beer when there is an actual nightclub literally downstairs." He says mildly amused.

The irony of Trini's recent visit is actually two fold. One, he has not seen the Yellow Ranger since, and two... it actually gave the White Prince a bit of closure, not just for the Asian woman but in a strange sense, a certain blonde Slayer who shall remain nameless at this time.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs, realizing that she cannot possibly sneak into his apartment unnoticed. "Heh, well I wanted a six pack and whenever I try to buy that much beer down stairs they try to give me a discount and treat me like a 'special customer' or something." she rolls her eyes, clearly grasping at straws.

Peering at Thomas, she seems to be searching his eyes for something even as she does her best to act casual. "What you up to, working late?" another dumb question, he's almost always working late.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs. "Hazards of doing the horizonal limbo with the boss, people think you might be entitled to some considerations." He says. The look doesn't go unnoticed and he furrows his brows slightly even as he gets a pair of beer glasses out of the freezer and offers her one. "Payroll." He says simply, "Nothing unexpected on it, so it'll keep. I just need to go over a few numbers before signing off on Sunny's maternity leave." He hands one of the icy glasses to her and asks "Alright, so now that the chit chat is out of the way, what's on your mind."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane shrugs, taking the glass and popping a beer. "Sounds...Boring. I'll take demons over finances any day. Although I guess it's one way to pay the bills."

She smirks. "Of course so does hunting vamps and pilfering their bodies before dusting em."

Another shrug is given as she leans back on the sofa, clearly enjoying the luxuries every time she is absent for a period of time. "On my mind? what you talkin' about?" did her eye just twitch?

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith takes one of her beers and pops the top himself, pouring the second glass for himself, leaving exactlly a finger's width of foam at the top and bubbles riseing from the bottom like he was in a beer commercial. "Faith my dear, you are a lot of things, but subtle and deceptive are not near the top of the list. So let's just be direct as always, shall we? I know your body language. Something is on your mind. You went Slaying, it didn't release the tension. Both of us have all our clothes on, so it's not that sort of tension. Something is on your mind. Spill."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane shrugs, taking a long sip of beer, crossing her legs on the coffee table. "It's nothing, was just thinking about stuff..."

beat

"Sooo...How's Trini..?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith lifts an eyebrow at what he perceives as a non-sequitur. His head tilts kinda like a Cocker Spanial hearing something interesting as his brain shifts gears, reverses, shifts gears again, pulls foreward slightly, backs up, pulls foreward again... "Trini Kwan?" he asks, confused, as though he must know a dozen Trini's. He shakes his head again as forward motion is achieved. "Faith I haven't seen Trini since that day she stopped into the Club." He gives her a look that he might give someone if they said the Capital of the state of Utah is Pistachio Pudding... "Empty night... is that what is bothering you?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane blinks slowly, maybe trying hard to hide her surprise. "Oh, I see." she shrugs. "She seemed..Fond if you. I kinda thought she'd stick around for a bit.."

She chuckles at the question, shaking her head. "Bothered? I'm not bothered, just curious. I mean, you two didn't exactly leave on bad terms...I hear she had a similar energy to mine.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs a bit and is trying very hard not to laugh. Pro tip when dating a Slayer...do not laugh at the Slayer... He sips his beer, and she'd know him well enough to know he is considering his words carefully. Not that he'd lie to her, but still... "Okay so that's all true in part. We left on good terms, for the most part. Her Grandmother got sick and she had to go care for her. But I also think she partially wanted to get away from me. I think she was getting addicted to being fed on, psycologically if not physically. Being a Power Ranger she had the ability to serve as a tap into a well of life force simmilar to what you can tap into, but the sensations were happening to her mind...and I don't think being a Ranger insulated her from that the way being a Slayer insulates you.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane scowls, eyes narrowed at the chuckling. "What the hell are you laughing at?!" she snaps, clearly annoyed, maybe even inappropriately so.."It's not like I give a damn..I know you used to have multiple partners..So.." she shrugs, "Not really a surprise there, even a Slayer can get addicted to vampire blood, or energy.." she smiles wickedly, "Do you think I care if I'm addicted to you? Maybe I like getting a high.."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods, mildly amused at her words and hides his smile behind his beer. "Oh, I know all that love. It's not that at all really, but look at it from my perspective. I've already got you who I feed on regularly, if I were to try to take on another regular who I had to keep steadily sexually satisfied, well then I would never have time to get my payroll completed." He says in a wicked tone

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane mutters something that sounds like a curse under her breath and takes another long swig of her beer. "Soo...You don't take on another lover because you don't have the time, rather than respect out of me?" she seems..Annoyed, confused. "Not like I care.." is quickly added.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs and drians his own beer and walks closer to her. He puts his finger under her chin and uses it to lift her face to face him directly. "I don't bed other women because I have no wish to. I have no wish to because I have respect for you and care about you. You've said several times that you don't care, and that is fine. I care."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane's lower lip trembles a bit as she eyes him, her usual tough girl facade slipping just a bit. "Thomas...I care about you, too.." she nearly chokes on her own words. Being tender and loving...It's not impossible but it's sure hard for Faith of all people.

In fact she laughs and shakes her head, "Ah screw it, never one for words.." and with that, she grabs his face, kissing him deeply, more passionately than she has in a long while.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith kisses her back, long slow and deep, hands reaching down under her bottom so that he can support her weight if she were to wrap her legs around his waist. A smile touching his lips as he says softly, "I missed you.." as he carries her towards the bed.