taxonomites | 006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

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Faith just feels awkward and uncomfortable.

"I will end you." She gives him a smile that's mostly teeth, wide and threatening. "Also, fuck you, this thing is freaking uncomfortable and I look wicked stupid."

"You can try," Dean replies, sipping his beer. "You don't think this monkey suit is uncomfortable and makes me look stupid? Suck it up, Lehane."

"Bitch, I could take you out easy." She wouldn't, because Faith's pretty lacking in friends. And Dean has somehow managed to sneak past quite a few of her walls, the dick. "Whatever, you look hot. Little like you've been rode hard and put away wet, but it's nice."

"Uh huh," Dean says, chuckling. For what it's worth, he wouldn't try to do anything to her either, mostly because she's one of the few people he can do crap with without having to think. "Y'know, words like those are not helping me with the whole wanting to drag you off somewhere, cave-man style."

Hey, he's not afraid to say it. He's half teasing, anyway.

"Slayer strength, you cocky fucker. No chance you beat me." It's cool having this conversation with someone who gets the subtext: reason #8970 these two are good at being friends when they both suck at it in general. "Give it a try, see how far you get. Maybe I'll drag you, ever think of that?"

She raises her beer and takes a long swallow, smirking slightly. Oh yeah, they get each other just fine.

"That's cheating, princess, and I don't play with cheaters," Dean replies. They're definitely a match from Hell, but man, Dean loves having someone to bounce this stuff off of. "Nah, but it's something to think about now. Kinky."

He'll sip his beer to match.

"Called winning, pretty. Might wanna try it sometime." Faith has finally found someone who speaks her language. This will, of course, not lead to havoc at all. Nope. "Please, Winchester, I'd have you on your knees begging for it in two minutes."

Protip: Faith will never not think she tops here. Sorry, Dean.

"Happens all the time, princess. The supernatural never see it coming." Dean is just being lazy, now. That drawl in his voice might be intentional, though. "That's not how I remember it."

Not that Dean minds. Of course, he's got a reputation to protect, so he'll fight for it.

"Sure they don't. Just keep tellin' yourself that, sweetheart." Faith's doing lazy and amused herself, now; all slow words and raised eyebrows. For people who've never slept together, these two do a bang up imitation of people who have. "Can't remember an ass you've never tapped, Winchester. Keep dreaming, though."

Faith tops forever, end of story. But she'll let Dean have his manly pride.

Dean rolls his eyes at that, and folds his arms, wishing he had better pockets. This is another reason why he hates suits. Not only are they more difficult to get out of, they have a severe lack of decent pockets. "Oh, I will."

Was that a leer or what?

Hey, Dean. Faith's in a damn dress and heels that are half freaking pink. Shut up. "Pervy little bastard."

And an equally overt leer back. These two, ye gods.

"You love it."

Hey, he's not going to deny it. It's the dress. All the dress.

"Oh yeah, I'm hot for you. Whatever helps you get off at night." That's... supposed to be 'sleep', Faith. Sob.

"Not my fault you keep giving me openings like that," Dean says, amused.

And now Dean just gets a look for a second. Then Faith quirks one eyebrow and grins. "Yeah, that's what I said, pretty."

'Openings like that'. Really, Dean.

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006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

fffff, that should have said 'give me shit' gdi, typos

I figured, xD

/clings ilu flurry.

ilu moar sarah <3

/throws a love party also fffff i wish i had aim right now

uwaaaah no AIM ;;

i can haz now! /clings

/tackles

/clings o flurry my flurry

/composes a ballad for fab!sarah

/makes you a folk dance

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