177/The Other Slayer

The Other Slayer
Date of Scene:	27 April 2017
Location:	Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Summary needed.
Cast of Characters:	Willow Rosenberg, Faith Lehane

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Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Sipping from a straw out of her red solo cup, Sunnydale's favourite redhead sits at one of the tables, watching the band on the stage. It's Dingoes Ate My Baby, only the guitarist is different, some new guy that they had to acquire due to Oz's sudden absense. She kicks her legs under her, the stool tall enough to allow for it easily.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith was at the bar, grabbing a tall dark red icey drink for herself and she was flirting with the bartender behind it. She accepted the drink, sipped it from the straw that he'd placed inside it and then gave him a big flirty smile since he told her it was on the house!

A moment later Faith turned from the bar and walked over toward where Willow was seated. She leaned up against a wooden beam a few steps away from Willow, in her line of sight now, looked at the straw in the drink... removed it, smirked and threw it on the ground.

A second later and faith was pulling a silver flask out of her black leather trenchcoat and pouring what looked like hard liquor into her fruity drink, something that wasn't allowed here.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow Rosenberg sighs softly as she watches the band that is and isn't her favourite at the same time. She looks away, unable to keep watching them. She is starting to heal after the break-up, though it was more of an abandoning then a break-up, but it still hurts to be reminded that her boyfriend is really and truly gone. Devon wouldn't even tell her when Oz came back to pick up his stuff!

When she looks away from the stage, she finds herself looking right at the sultry brunette who is adding alcohol to her drink. While she wants to say something, because it is against the rules, she also knows that it is not her place to do so. She starts to look away again when she notices the trenchcoat. Long black leather trenchcoat. It`s not.... is it?

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith got some of the drink on her hand and it made her frown. She didn't know that Willow was looking at her. She lifted her hand up to her dark red painted lips and she licked the alcohol off of it and then made a soured-expression at the taste of the raw uncut alcohol.

Faith's eyes went over then to where Willow was lounging, she saw what looked like an innocnet little young proper lady and it made her grin. "Hey." She said, tipping her chin up at Willow. "Hand me one of those napkins, would ya?" She asked, speaking out the dispensor that was resting on the table that Willow was seated at.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow looks away shyly when the sultry stranger looks at her. Dressed the way she is, she's betting that she's a vampire. And wearing what looks like a very familiar leather trenchcoat only adds to that suspiscion.(sp?) She swallows nervously and takes the napkins from the dispensor and offers a few to the woman.

"Here you go. Ummm... new in town?" Try to get the information out of this vamp to give to Buffy later.

Faith Lehane has posed:
"Thanks, dollface." Faith said to Willow, using that old timey expression mostly just to entertain herself since the girl seemed just so damn old timey herself. She'd go about wiping her hand off with the napkins and then stuffed them into the side pocket on her leather coat. She looked back at Willow then. "Wha--?" She asked, having not expected a follow-up question. "Oh, right..." She said, shaking her head. "Yeah, no." That wasn't a confusing answer at all.

"I've been hanging around here for a little while now. Though I'm from Boston originally." Faith would then grin and she'd go to sit next to willow, uncomfortably close. At least she smelled nice, like... wait... no she smelled like flowers and cigarettes, probably not that nice afterall.

Faith cracked a grin and offered her big tall (alcoholic) drink toward Willow. "I spiked it. Take a swig, Red. You'll enjoy it here more. Makes the shitty music sound better too."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The vampire sits at her table, causing Willow to lean back nervously. She smiles to the woman and nods her head. "Yeah, I noticed. About the spiking. I'd rather not. I have my iced tea. But thank you!" Don't upset the vampire! Where on earth is Buffy? Why is she not here yet?!

"Ummm... nice coat! Where did you get it?" She bites at her lower lip, looking around the room for another Scooby.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith nodded the girl's turn-down away and she sipped from her own drink herself. When the compliment came about her coat she glanced down at herself and reached to grab the lapel of the leather coat on the left side, then she lifted it up off of her tanktop covered chest and laughed softly.

"Ah, I knicked it from a surpluss shopping mall in Scranton a few months ago." She huffed a little and put her big brown eyes up on the band playing.

"Dumbasses leavin' their shit right by the front door completely unattended, and the security guard was just hanging out by the cashier, workin' his moves on the woman at the register."

When Faith had lifted the jacket up, Willow may or may not have noticed there were items sewn into the lining, they looked like wooden stakes... knives and beer cans.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Listening to the story about the coat, Willow nods her head slowly. She's not sure if she believes it, since it looks so much like the one Spike wore, but she could be telling the truth. then again, she could be Spike's newest bit of fluff.

Then she notices the stakes in the coat. Okay, that makes sense. Vampires don't carry stakes. Beer yes. Stakes no.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith didn't seem to notice, or care, that Willow had looked inside her jacket. Lots of people looked inside her jacket, though generally they were staring at her chest more than they were anything else.

"So what the hell is a girl like you... doing in a place like this?" She asked then, looking from the band back to the redhead beside her. "Seriously... I mean, no offense, red... You're as hot as that firey hair atop your head. But, you got this whole 'air' about you that just doesn't fit the -vibe- of this... Mos Eisley Cantina of a hole." Another sip of her spiked drink was had then.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Did the vampire just call her hot? Her eyes go wide. Yep! Definitely a vampire!! No one has ever called her hot. Well, Oz called her cute and sweet and adorable, but yeah, hot never really came up in conversation. "Me? Here? Ummm... I was just waiting for some friends."

She clings to her cup desperately and then laughs softly. "Ooh! Star Wars reference! My friend, the one that is supposed to be here, but isn't... He loves Star Wars!!"

Faith Lehane has posed:
FAith nodded her head slowly a few times. "I've seen Star Wars." She says back at the girl. "It was on cable at my uncles house one night. I had the volume up real loud because he was plowing my aunt in the room over." She said that very nonchalantly while sipping her drink.

"Looks like your friend isn't going to make it, Red." She noted then, looking around the busy Brozne, not seeing anyone even eyeballing them like they know Willow and are worried about her hanging around a degenerate like Faith.

"You one of those school types then, I take it?" She said, eyes going back to Willow. "Worried about your grades and shit?" She flashed a big amused grin.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Looking around the place, Willow has to agree with Faith. It doesn't look like her friends are going to make it tonight. With Buffy, that makes sense. Likely some Slayer business came up. She'll find out all about it when she gets back to the dorm. But Xander? Why would Xander not.... oh... wait... Anya. Willow shudders at the thought. It's worse then when he dated Cordelia!!

"I think you're right. Seems like they got busy. I'll text them in a bit. Ummm... so, my name is Willow. So you don't have to call me Red." Her fingers start to thrum on her plastic cup. "Me? Oh! Yeah. I like school. I go to the university. I haven't really ever worried about my grades though. Do you think I need to?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith flashed the other a nother big grin and she shook her head side to side once. "I certainly don't think you need to, no, Willow." She looked back at her and then pulled from her drink glass again. "I like that name though! Same as Will Smith's kid. So right on, your parents chose good!" She would reach out and give Willow's shoulder a fist-bump that was freakishly strong, but not enough to knock her over or anything like that.

"I'm Faith." She offered that same fist-bumping hand for a shake. "Resident homeless girl... lookin' for a rich man to sink my claws into. Ya know, classic Disney-style story. Girl meets rich guy... girl bangs his brains out... Girl sucks him dry for the rest of eternity." Now THAT sounded Vampiric.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I'm sure to tell my mother that you approve of the name she picked for me," she says with a smile. The punch to the shoulder and the talking about sucking rich men dry is not really instilling confidence in Willow that this isn't a vampire. She's trying not to look like a scared rabbit, but with no Slayer or werewolf here to protect her... And her spells not working as often as they do work...

"Ummm, I'm just going to message my friends. Find out where they are. Do you mind?" Once told she could, she texts Buffy and Xander. /WHERE ARE YOU!! AMBER ALERT AT THE BRONZE!!/

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith didn't seem to care what was being texted over the fancy phone. She didn't have the money to own a phone like that, nor any kind of a mobile phone for that matter... it was a luxury she didn't care about and also didn't fully understand. Its quite likely she wouldn't have any idea how to use one even.

Some more of her drink was downed and then she set it back on the table. "Well." She said over to Willow, looking at her again. "I'll leave ya be. I don't get the sense that you and I are 'meant to be together'." She said with a little grin. Faith wasn't dumb, she knew that she made Willow uncomfortable.