Girly Sleepover, Faith and Trillian Style

[faithful_slayer]

Faith has movies.

Adventures of Young Indiana Jones, all three Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles films, and a wide array of truly spectacularly bad horror flicks ('Santa Claus Conquers The Martians,' filmed in 1964, is especially horrific, and a favorite

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[mctrillian]

And then there's a Trillian, poking her head through the doorway.

She's got a blue bathrobe, and baby blue pajamas, and yes, fuzzy bunny slippers.

"Evening, Faith."

[faithful_slayer]

"Hey!"

Faith grins at her. "C'mon in. Check out the pad."

She gestures around them, at the leather furniture, the keyboard propped up next to one of the chairs, the axe hanging on her wall.

"Want the tour?"

[mctrillian]

Cue grin.

With grand glancing-about.

"Totally. Nice place, though I'm glad I haven't unleashed Random on it just yet."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith laughs and leads her around, the same tour she's given all her other guests, though not ending in sex as it did with Max and Ford.

There is much proud lingering on the motorcycle in the guest room and the truly alarming array of weaponry in the kitchen.

[mctrillian]

Although Trillian will bet that Max never forgot an inch of it. That's the way Max's damnable photographic memory works.

"Yes, my daughter should definitely not go in your kitchen without complete supervision," Trill laughs. "But it's a brilliant place. We need somewhere like this - I mull about in various rooms, but Arthur, Sam, Andrew, Fenchurch, the dog, the mice and Random are all in one two-bedroom suite."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith winces.

"Sounds really crowded. You or Random or both are welcome to crash in the guest room anytime you need to," she offers. "I like her."

[mctrillian]

"She shouldn't be let around anything particularly dangerous without being watched. Random really is a killer, despite my loving her dearly. It's her unfortunate nature. When she's compelled, she just does it."

But Trillian is still smiling, because people like Random, and it's new for them both.

"We'll invite ourselves over sometime, though."

[faithful_slayer]

"Hey, I'm a killer too," Faith says, with a slight shrug, "and I'm alright. So long as she doesn't kill anybody here, we're five-by-five."

[mctrillian]

"She, um."

Trillian is laughing when she says this, which is odd.

"She really does very much want to get rid of Ford, so maybe keeping her away from weapons is the way to go, as neither Arthur or I would like to explain how the third member of our disastrous trio happened to be killed by our daughter."

But the image, it's funny!

[faithful_slayer]

"...she wants to kill him? Why?"

Faith is genuinely bewildered by this.

"He's funny. And nice. And cute."

[mctrillian]

"Yes, he is all of those things, but to Random, he has been in her way for potentially her entire life."

Trillian just shakes her head.

"I've seen them both try to get along. They fail miserably at it."

[faithful_slayer]

"...weird."

Faith considers this.

"You gonna let that stop you from knockin' boots with him?"

[mctrillian]

Trillian gives Faith a very confident, very unarguably Trillian, grin.

"No."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith grins.

"Good! 'Cause...damn."

[mctrillian]

"... I am very, very afraid to ask."

Trillian ruminates on being afraid to ask for about nine seconds.

"'kay, now I'm asking."

[faithful_slayer]

Faith grins.

And explains.

In great detail.

With gestures.