Random Laid Plans - Reno and Faith Thread
Who: Faith (fiveby_five) and Reno (ontheclockpro)
What: Kicking his ass for trash talking her mad fighting skills /<
When: Sometime tonight after Spike was secured
Where: The edge of the carnival
Rating: ...PG-13 for language, crazy, and maybe violence?!
Faith stomped through the carnival grounds, trying not to notice the kids with their parents and people laughing on rides. She might've said this place would be wicked with a theme park, but that was a loss and crap like this made her think of the only person who probably would've dragged her down to a fair if one had been in town. Maybe he would've staged one if she'd asked.
Anyway, she had something to do. Buffy had Spike under control -- not that part of her didn't expect an empty chair and excuses in the morning. Like it wasn't wicked obvious she had a thing for the guy. Maybe she was pissed, he's back to killing form and he gets the 'save him or bust' treatment. Maybe she was something else, 'cause if this place turned her back, no way she'd get those looks and a cozy chair with ropes and stupid hope. Didn't matter, they had to deal with him one way or another. Priorities.
Then there was Red. For a guy who died, his mouth moved a lot. Blowing off men usually worked, but he got under her skin and she wanted to make him hurt. Or bleed. Whatever. She wasn't stupid, she could figure he was trying to piss her off. Make some lame comment like a little boy and run off to hide when she went to wail on him. She scanned the crowd at the edge of the carnival, the dark areas. She should've checked here first, because there he was. Figures.
Faith thought with her blood and her gut. Her blood sang that beating his face in would help while her gut told her this wouldn't go the way she planned, because it never fucking did when that jackass was involved. The blood won, because it always did and no matter how much time passed and how often she secretly practiced her calm, Faith still loved violence.
What: Kicking his ass for trash talking her mad fighting skills /<
When: Sometime tonight after Spike was secured
Where: The edge of the carnival
Rating: ...PG-13 for language, crazy, and maybe violence?!
Faith stomped through the carnival grounds, trying not to notice the kids with their parents and people laughing on rides. She might've said this place would be wicked with a theme park, but that was a loss and crap like this made her think of the only person who probably would've dragged her down to a fair if one had been in town. Maybe he would've staged one if she'd asked.
Anyway, she had something to do. Buffy had Spike under control -- not that part of her didn't expect an empty chair and excuses in the morning. Like it wasn't wicked obvious she had a thing for the guy. Maybe she was pissed, he's back to killing form and he gets the 'save him or bust' treatment. Maybe she was something else, 'cause if this place turned her back, no way she'd get those looks and a cozy chair with ropes and stupid hope. Didn't matter, they had to deal with him one way or another. Priorities.
Then there was Red. For a guy who died, his mouth moved a lot. Blowing off men usually worked, but he got under her skin and she wanted to make him hurt. Or bleed. Whatever. She wasn't stupid, she could figure he was trying to piss her off. Make some lame comment like a little boy and run off to hide when she went to wail on him. She scanned the crowd at the edge of the carnival, the dark areas. She should've checked here first, because there he was. Figures.
Faith thought with her blood and her gut. Her blood sang that beating his face in would help while her gut told her this wouldn't go the way she planned, because it never fucking did when that jackass was involved. The blood won, because it always did and no matter how much time passed and how often she secretly practiced her calm, Faith still loved violence.