17 - video and spam for the gym; when it all comes crashing down.

[hungryanhorny]

[Video]

[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.]



[Spam]


[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. >,>

Comments

Spam.

[hungryanhorny]

[Don't think Faith doesn't notice you, just because she doesn't; she's drunk, not...... where was she going with this again?

Oh, yeah; raising her cup up at B before taking a long drought.] Someone send you to tell me off?

Spam.

[slayage]

[A semi-awkward sorta-smile. She watches Faith carefully, trying to assess how much she's had to drink. But. It's pretty hard.]

Nope. Just here to say hey. [Little shrug.] Whatcha drinkin?

Spam.

[hungryanhorny]

Want some? [She holds it out in lieu of a response; she's pretty sure a good sip should be enough to knock the blonde slayer on her ass.]

Re: Spam.

[slayage]

[She raises a hand a little.] Nah. I'm good. Still suffering the after effects of my Big Drunk Night Out weeks ago. I swear, sometimes I can still taste the whiskey. Or was it rum. Or-

[..Horrified look.] It was both. And more.

[AAAANYWAY.] So! Whaddaya say you finish that drink and we'll go hang out. Maybe watch a movie, o-or-

Spam.

[hungryanhorny]

Not up for a girl's night out, B; thanks. [She takes a long sip of the drink, though; not quite looking at Buffy.]