Afternoon Exposition...
Faith
Spike, Xander, Buffy
In reflection that had been a rather harsh move on her part, but hey he had to get used to her sometime. And stripping down in front of him was much easier than taking off her skivvies in prison. She opened the door of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel before wandering through to the door. She grabbed the clothes on the chair without looking at them and stuffed them on a dry part of the counter while she got most of the water out of her hair.
And then she saw the outfit. There was no way in hell she was wearing that. It had to be the ugliest excuse for a dress that Faith had ever seen. It was so horrible she couldn't look at it for more than a few seconds. It made her lose whatever bit of appetite she had and she hurriedly stuffed it in a cupboard. She'd seen better designs made out of demon guts.
She sauntered out of her bathroom and pulled something out of her duffle bag. She didn't even look at the clothes before pulling them on. Anything that came out of her bag, had to be better than that thing.
She left her room and remembered that she didn't have a clue where she was going. Faith headed as southwesterly as possible in the direction of the garage and found it by pure luck. She grabbed the keys to one of the nicer, high priced sports cars and fired it up leaving the garage just as Hilary entered the garage.
She drove through town on the back roads, driving a bit over the speed limit, but carefully. It wasn't until she turned onto Revello that she noticed where she was heading. Mostly she noticed the pink and green Cadillac parked in front of the house. How someone could take a car and do something like that to it was beyond her. She shook her head and parked behind it. Slipping the keys into her back pocket, she walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. Apparently, someone was here, even if they had horrible tastes in transportation.
Spike, Xander, Buffy
In reflection that had been a rather harsh move on her part, but hey he had to get used to her sometime. And stripping down in front of him was much easier than taking off her skivvies in prison. She opened the door of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel before wandering through to the door. She grabbed the clothes on the chair without looking at them and stuffed them on a dry part of the counter while she got most of the water out of her hair.
And then she saw the outfit. There was no way in hell she was wearing that. It had to be the ugliest excuse for a dress that Faith had ever seen. It was so horrible she couldn't look at it for more than a few seconds. It made her lose whatever bit of appetite she had and she hurriedly stuffed it in a cupboard. She'd seen better designs made out of demon guts.
She sauntered out of her bathroom and pulled something out of her duffle bag. She didn't even look at the clothes before pulling them on. Anything that came out of her bag, had to be better than that thing.
She left her room and remembered that she didn't have a clue where she was going. Faith headed as southwesterly as possible in the direction of the garage and found it by pure luck. She grabbed the keys to one of the nicer, high priced sports cars and fired it up leaving the garage just as Hilary entered the garage.
She drove through town on the back roads, driving a bit over the speed limit, but carefully. It wasn't until she turned onto Revello that she noticed where she was heading. Mostly she noticed the pink and green Cadillac parked in front of the house. How someone could take a car and do something like that to it was beyond her. She shook her head and parked behind it. Slipping the keys into her back pocket, she walked up the front steps and rang the doorbell. Apparently, someone was here, even if they had horrible tastes in transportation.