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

[ 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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And neither are you.

[Angela sighs. This one is a tough cookie, but she can't rest until she knows the other woman is at no risk of alcohol poisoning.]

Come on, honey. You don't want to fight me. You need a distraction that doesn't come in a bottle.

Just getting started, I got time.

[ faith chuckles at that, rough and painful like raw glass; her normal rasp made deeper with what she would rather slit her throat than admit is choked back crying. ]

Nah, you got that backwards. And the kind of distraction I want, you're not up for. Trust me.

Not much longer if your liver gives out first.

What kind of distraction do you want then?

Not really too worried about that one.

Not one you looking to give me.

You don't even know me to say that. Let's try answering my question again.

[This is a battle of who can be more stubborn.]

Trust me on this one, all right?

[ ...this one will be a close race. ]

How about you trust me and try me on for size?

[Who will reign supreme?]

No offense, but you don't seem like the kind of chick to get down and dirty. And I'm not big on trust, anyway.

[ ...she means fighting, angela, but feel free to misinterpret. ]

Really? I don't? I guess it's one of those secrets I have.

[Misinterpretation ahoy!]

...Really.

[ sob this will be fun. ]

Really.

[But Angie can't fight to save her life. ;_;]

So, what's your gig? Superhero, alien, some new Slayer on the block they didn't tell me about?

[ well at least faith will ask the Important Questions so they don't get together and angie assumes sex will happen while faith assumes ass-kicking. ]

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Artist, mostly. You?

[Angela's not seeing the point in these question. Honestly, she just thinks Faith is talking drunktalk at this point.]

...Slayer. Wait, are we talking about the same thing here?

[ sob. ]

Apparently not since I have no idea what a Slayer is to begin with.

Fighting, right?

I thought we were talking about sex.

[What in the world is this conversation?]

...Nah. I mean, whatever, I'm flattered and all but I don't usually do chicks. And I'm not really looking to get laid right now, somebody'd end up hurt.

[ oh god faith what are you. ]

I do, but I wasn't looking for sex either. You're pretty, but I don't even know your name, to be honest.

[Oh god, Angela. Be a little less... I give up.]

[ there's a long space of silence, then faith laughs. husky and a little raw sounding, but honest. ]

It's Faith.

Angela.

[A pause and then a chuckle of her own.]

I still don't want to sleep with you.

Nice to meet you, or whatever.

[ these two, man. ]

It's cool, like I said. Usually more about driving stick, anyway.

Same for you, sweetie.

[This will be a friendship of HORRORS.]

I drive stick too, but love is love and it has no boundaries for me. I know not everybody's like me, so I don't assume.

[ AWESOME horrors. ]

Yeah, I do screwing, not love. But hey, whatever gets you off.

Everybody does love, just in different ways. People just deny it all the time.