Faith Lehane (
hungryanhorny) wrote2012-09-03 02:00 pm
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17 - video and spam for the gym; when it all comes crashing down.
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[There's only one pewter mug atop the counter besides Faith; but viewers shouldn't let that fool them. She's already on her third Pan Galact Gargle Blaster - fully drunk and looking to get drunker as she pulls a final sip of the heady stuff up to her lips for another drought. One last burst of forced apathy, before she puts the glass down.]
Barbara's gone.
[The feed clicks off.]
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[Drunk - this much drunk - is very much different than buzzed; it's different from her normal drunk too. It isn't relaxed, or teasing; it isn't even apathetic anymore; it's angry; it's enraged - at herself, at the Admiral, at whatever the hell gets in her way.
Drunk; angry; and capable of punching through most walls - it's probably a good thing she's found her way into the gym. Not that the punching bag can take much more of her. Not when each punch pushes it to the end of its chain.]
ooc: Here for a few hours, and then gone until Weds. :( Putting this up to let everyone react, and because Faith can honestly use the support.
Faith locked her pup in the room if anyone's wondering - she doesn't want Ruby seeing her like this. >,>
[There's only one pewter mug atop the counter besides Faith; but viewers shouldn't let that fool them. She's already on her third Pan Galact Gargle Blaster - fully drunk and looking to get drunker as she pulls a final sip of the heady stuff up to her lips for another drought. One last burst of forced apathy, before she puts the glass down.]
Barbara's gone.
[The feed clicks off.]
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[Drunk - this much drunk - is very much different than buzzed; it's different from her normal drunk too. It isn't relaxed, or teasing; it isn't even apathetic anymore; it's angry; it's enraged - at herself, at the Admiral, at whatever the hell gets in her way.
Drunk; angry; and capable of punching through most walls - it's probably a good thing she's found her way into the gym. Not that the punching bag can take much more of her. Not when each punch pushes it to the end of its chain.]
ooc: Here for a few hours, and then gone until Weds. :( Putting this up to let everyone react, and because Faith can honestly use the support.
Faith locked her pup in the room if anyone's wondering - she doesn't want Ruby seeing her like this. >,>
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It's the Admiral's fault. It's always their fault. Yet nobody raises a finger to change a thing, do they?
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Only to find that Faith was already there, and he stopped, watching her for a moment. He knew she was drunk, and he didn't approach, staying close to the door way.]
I'm the last person to judge about this kind of thing, but you might want to take it easy.
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What's he gonna do? Disappear me?
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I don't want you hurting yourself.
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It happens sometimes. There's nothing you could've done to change it.
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That's not going to do it for you, and you know it. Come on. Let's get in the ring.
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Buffy heads over to the pub, steeling herself with a deep breath and preparing for a potentially very drunk Faith. She comes up behind Faith, out of hitting distance for safe measure, and speaks gently.]
Faith. Hey.
[A little bit of hesitation and Buffy's pulling up a stool next to her.]
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The mug and her current intoxicated state speak volumes of how heavy the toll is. Pockets his device and heads over to the bar. The conversation he wants to have with her is one that needs to be done in person.
As he closes in on the bar, he hears Buffy's voice. Slows down his pace and takes his time getting to the bar. It didn't sound like their time here had helped the two of them become especially close, so this could be an opportunity for the two of them to bond. Still plans on showing up, he's just going to give them some time to themselves in the meantime.
And, you know, listen in.]
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Oh, yeah; raising her cup up at B before taking a long drought.] Someone send you to tell me off?
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