[ voice ] cutting off the phone leave me the fuck alone (tomorrow i'll be begging you to come home)

[stacked]

[ at first, the entry is quiet other than a couple bottles clinking. faith has the best coping skills in all the world, y'all. ]

So, in case anyone gives a shit the ki-- Connor Reilly's gone AWOL. Preppy coffee shop's the same.

[ more silence, more clinking, because faith would never have admitted it but connor is important to her; he's a piece of home who doesn't think she's who she used to be. and having a roommate was kind of nice, too; somebody to come home to. something to count on.

and now he's gone, his shit's gone, and her place is empty again. ]

Yeah, anyway. Whatever, he's got shit to do back in the world. Not like it matters.

[ fumble, fumble, and this part is supposed to be locked to angel but isn't. let's hear it for anger, booze, and faith being fail with computers. ]

Big guy, I-- I'm sorry, okay? And--

[ the sound of faith taking a long swig before admitting ]

It matters. He ever comes back and you tell him I said this and I'll kick your ass, but... it was nice. Living with somebody, you know? New thing for me. And you know I didn't m-- I liked him.

Anyway, whatever. Not like I can do jack about it now.

[ click. ]

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[voice]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela can recognize the sound of beer bottles against one another from a mile away. She can't judge this girl on her coping skills since she's guilty of the same thing on occasion, but she can be concerned.]

How much have you had?

[Angela's worry streak... let her show you it.]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Gonna go with not enough.

[ ...faith. ]

[ voice ]

[thenormalsquint]

During bad times, there'll never be enough.

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Preaching to the alkie choir, babe.

[ voice ]

[thenormalsquint]

Sometimes, the choir can stand to hear a hymn repeatedly.

[Faith, meet Angela. She will be your best/worst nightmare.]

You can't drink it away.

[voice]

[faderbroderson]

Come over.

[ voice ]

[stacked]

That an order, Boss?

[ ...it should be pointed out faith is not one who suffers loss easily, and that when she's in crisis mode her first move is either to lash out or to find someone who can make her sit the fuck down. ]

[ voice ]

[faderbroderson]

If you're disinclined, I can just as easily come to you.

[And he will, if he has to.]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Kind of digging the solo thing tonight.

[ liar, liar, leather pants on fucking fire. ]

[ voice ]

[bigbad]

Connor's gone? That's... bugger.

Uh, you need anything?

[ voice ]

[stacked]

From you, blondie? Not a goddamn thing.

[ ...it's not you, spike. faith's in a very bitter place right now. ]

[ voice ]

[bigbad]

[He understands, and though he likes Faith, he figures it's better to leave this to the people who are closer to her.]

Just checking.

[Pause.]

Let me know, all right?

[Though he doesn't really expect her to keep him posted.]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

[ faith's strategies for coping with pain are simple: get drunk, get beat up, or fuck someone until they're walking funny the next day. basically: anything physical that will allow her to pretend she doesn't care.

actually talking about her feelings is something she rarely does, even with angel. spilling her guts to buffy's boytoy? not on the approved list. ]

Oh yeah, text you with on the minute updates.

[Voice]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was wicked of them. That was wicked.

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Sounds about right.

[ apparently, faith's ill-concealed grief makes for strange connecting moments. ]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You'll miss him.

[stacked]

[ faith's been informed of her little tech-fail moment, so it's not like all of taxon didn't check out her soft underbelly already. she's not looking for an emotional moment with little miss psycho vamp of the year, but there's no point in lying either. ]

Yeah, I guess.

[ voice ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

He's better off back home.

[ translation: angel is a bundle of pissed the hell off, relieved, worried, grateful-- did we mention pissed? ]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

That's what I said. It's bullshit, but hey. Sounds real mature, right? The shrinks from prison'd be thrilled.

[ voice ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

I think they'd more want you to talk about this, rather than turn your attention towards the nearest alcoholic substance.

[ ...hey angel, you wanna be the pot or the kettle? ]

[ voice ]

[stacked]

You first, big guy.

[ so there. ]

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

You're sure about this? As in... really, really sure?

[ voice ]

[stacked]

I live with the kid, Chase. I'm pretty fucking sure.

[ ...sob faith has issues. ]

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

[ cue a sharp intake of breath. she and connor never really did talk much, his glitch as a kid aside, because of... well, things. events which majorly suck, thus the awkwardness of it all. ]

God. I guess the aliens decided we're due for a crapload of suck today, huh?

[ voice ]

[stacked]

Yeah, I guess.

[ faith's thirty seconds from crying or killing something, and losing it in front of cordelia chase has never been on her list of things to accomplish before she kicks it; so she breathes, keeps her words clipped and short. ]