Oh look the prom rolled into town!  Seriously, I'm all for free booze and free food - like fancy food - but seriously, evening gowns?  What next?  Giles and Wesley showing up with tea and crumpets and teaching me to be a lady?  Or B, with Angel, twirling around and them emoing all over the dancefloor.  At least the gravity got switched back on ( Read more... )

[Despite the snow, Faith is in the shorts the house gave her and a tank top, in the games room, stretching her muscles out and trying to make sense of the past week.  True to what Willow had said she'd been in Las Vegas with Robin, staking vampires and partying.  Regular apocalypse averted deal and yeah, maybe he had turned out to be way better ( Read more... )

She's gone...and I care.  What the fuck?  I was at my wit's end with her; I couldn't get her to stop crying, I felt...helpless.  I wanted to be good at it, I really did because she was cute when she wasn't cryin' but fuck...it's hard...I mean, I think I respect my old lady for not killin' me if I was anythin' like that.  I want another chance to ( Read more... )

Ok anyone here any good at first aid? Or setting broken fingers because I might have managed to fuck mine up last week. I taped them myself but I'm not healin' like I normally do thanks to whatever this house has done to my powers. I mean, they're not totally pokin' out in the wrong way and I've had way worse pain not just the physical kind, ( Read more... )

[Faith is standing in second floor hall, slowly banging her head against the wall, muttering fuck over and over.]

Ziva?  No way.  I hate that bitch.

[She's still unable to deny that seeing Ziva, thinking about her, makes her smile no matter how hard she tries to fight it.  She hits her head off the wall again and turns, sliding down so she's on the ( Read more... )