Reasons Left To Find
Who: Bill, Faith
Where: Wolfram and Hart
When: After This Post
Bill was in the training room, throwing knives at a dummy he'd imported
" ... nice shot," Faith said, heading inside.
Bill grinned. "Glad to see you again, Faith. How are you?"
"Eh. One of those nights. How are you?"
"The wife has her boyfriend over." Bill said "So, I'm stuck here." He threw another knife at the dummy
"That's ... wow." Faith picked up the katana she'd been eyeing the other night. "This is a pretty nice one. Where'd you pick it up?"
"Japan." Bill said, walking over to the dummy, to retireve his knives
"Yeah ... didn't look like a knockoff." She set the scabbard aside.
"Go ahead." Bill said "Play with it."
Faith knew a little about kendo from Hunter and from "special gym" classes. She needed work, but she had some of the basic moves.
Bill grabbed another katana. "Want me to show you a few new moves?"
"Sure," she said.
Bill was very good, and gladly showed Faith a few moves. He smiled at her when they finished. "Have fun?"
"Definitely," Faith said. "You're not bad."
"I trained there for a while." Bill said "You ever want to go to japan?"
"Never really gave it much thought."
"Let me know if you ever want to go." Bill said
He threw another knife at the dummy without warning, then went to the cooler to grab a drink.
Bill just seemed a little upset
Faith wasn't realy sure what to say, so she sheathed the sword and put it back on the wall.
"Drink?" offered Bill
"Sure," Faith said.
"What do you want?" he asked
"I have no idea," Faith said.
"Ok, water, coke, juice, wine, or whiskey... or do you want a mixed drink?"
"Whiskey is fine," Faith said.
Bill poured Faith a glass, and handed it to her.
"Thanks." She took a sip.
Bill nodded, and sipped his drink "Don't drink it too fast."
"I know," Faith said. "This ain't drinkin' whiskey, it's sippin' whiskey. They teach you that in kindergarten, in Louisiana."
"It's the good stuff." Bill said "I wasn't sure if you'd had it before."
"Not often, but once in a while," Faith said.
"Good." Bill said "It's good to see you're accustomed to the finer things."
Faith chuckled at that. "Still cn' get vr his room ... this is amzing."
"THought you deserved it." Bill said "I haven't really met many people who like stuff like this."
"It's pretty great. And it's all top-notch. So ... this all on your tab, or the company's?"
"Company." said Bill "Some of it I wrote off, and some I requested, and some I said a client requested,"
"This is on the books as a confernce room."
Faith eyed the assault rifles. "That'd be some conference."
"Those are from my collection." Bill smiled
"You a pretty good shot?"
Bill nodded. "Well... a fair shot."
"I've had a lot of time to practice." he explained, pouring himself another drink
"You and your ... I'm sorry, why are you married to her again?" she asked.
"I've got no idea." admitted Bill
"I'd divorce her, but I don't want to spend the time with her to do that."
"Wow, that's really shitty." Faith sipped her drink again. "So, pretty much, work's better than home?"
"Yeah." Bill said "It's either work, or... well, the past couple of months, spending time with you."
"Which is ... work," Faith said.
"...Yeah. Work." Bill sipped his drink.
"We're foreign agents on hostile turf," Faith said quietly.
"Heh. Never heard it put that way before" Bill said
"...A toast, Faith?"
Faith nodded. "To what?"
"Starting our own embassy." Bill said
Faith laughed. "That'd be a trick."
"That it would." Bill said "How about to finding a safe spot? Away from-" he gestured to outsid
"That's kick ass." She clinked glasses.
Bill clinked glasses with Faith, and stared at her a moment before sipping
"Someone to spend time with." Bill said "Someone to..." He sighed, and went back to his drink
"Yeah," Faith said.
"I'm a lot older than you." said Bill, not for the first time "And I'm married."
"Yeah," Faith said again. "That's why ... well. We aren't exactly chaperoned. If we were going to ... " She shook her head. "But it isn't even about that, is it?"
"We..." Bill sighed "I want to. You're just amazing, but I want a lot more too. I want what I can't have, and yes, you're part of it. I've had way too much time to mess my life up." he shook his head
Faith drained her glass and set it aside. "You don't lie to me. You could, but you don't. I dunno, man. You don't treat me like some dumb kid."
"That's because you're not a kid." Bill said "You're.. different. You're not dumb."
"I want you." admitted Bill "God, do I want you. But if I have you, it doesn't change anything else. I'm still here, and stuck in this job. I'm still married to someone who doesn't like me. I'm still pretending to live my life."
"When I was younger ... back before I was working for these guys ... if things got to hot, I'd just bail. Hop the next train going anywhere, you know. But ... I dunno. You can't run, sometimes, you just gotta fight through it."
"How do I fight through it?" asked Bill "Because, right now... most of this isn't worth fighting for."
"That's the bitch of it," Faith said. "It's your fight. You're the one throwing the punches and dodging bullets ... nobody can tell you how to fight it, because nobody else is having the same fight. You know?"
Bill leaned over, and kissed Faith. "Yeah." He said, quietly
Faith smiled, patted his cheek. "Yeah. So. I need to get home. Talk to you tomorow?"
Bill didn't say anything, and walked over to the exercise mat, starting pushups.
Faith gave him one last look, and started home.
Where: Wolfram and Hart
When: After This Post
Bill was in the training room, throwing knives at a dummy he'd imported
" ... nice shot," Faith said, heading inside.
Bill grinned. "Glad to see you again, Faith. How are you?"
"Eh. One of those nights. How are you?"
"The wife has her boyfriend over." Bill said "So, I'm stuck here." He threw another knife at the dummy
"That's ... wow." Faith picked up the katana she'd been eyeing the other night. "This is a pretty nice one. Where'd you pick it up?"
"Japan." Bill said, walking over to the dummy, to retireve his knives
"Yeah ... didn't look like a knockoff." She set the scabbard aside.
"Go ahead." Bill said "Play with it."
Faith knew a little about kendo from Hunter and from "special gym" classes. She needed work, but she had some of the basic moves.
Bill grabbed another katana. "Want me to show you a few new moves?"
"Sure," she said.
Bill was very good, and gladly showed Faith a few moves. He smiled at her when they finished. "Have fun?"
"Definitely," Faith said. "You're not bad."
"I trained there for a while." Bill said "You ever want to go to japan?"
"Never really gave it much thought."
"Let me know if you ever want to go." Bill said
He threw another knife at the dummy without warning, then went to the cooler to grab a drink.
Bill just seemed a little upset
Faith wasn't realy sure what to say, so she sheathed the sword and put it back on the wall.
"Drink?" offered Bill
"Sure," Faith said.
"What do you want?" he asked
"I have no idea," Faith said.
"Ok, water, coke, juice, wine, or whiskey... or do you want a mixed drink?"
"Whiskey is fine," Faith said.
Bill poured Faith a glass, and handed it to her.
"Thanks." She took a sip.
Bill nodded, and sipped his drink "Don't drink it too fast."
"I know," Faith said. "This ain't drinkin' whiskey, it's sippin' whiskey. They teach you that in kindergarten, in Louisiana."
"It's the good stuff." Bill said "I wasn't sure if you'd had it before."
"Not often, but once in a while," Faith said.
"Good." Bill said "It's good to see you're accustomed to the finer things."
Faith chuckled at that. "Still cn' get vr his room ... this is amzing."
"THought you deserved it." Bill said "I haven't really met many people who like stuff like this."
"It's pretty great. And it's all top-notch. So ... this all on your tab, or the company's?"
"Company." said Bill "Some of it I wrote off, and some I requested, and some I said a client requested,"
"This is on the books as a confernce room."
Faith eyed the assault rifles. "That'd be some conference."
"Those are from my collection." Bill smiled
"You a pretty good shot?"
Bill nodded. "Well... a fair shot."
"I've had a lot of time to practice." he explained, pouring himself another drink
"You and your ... I'm sorry, why are you married to her again?" she asked.
"I've got no idea." admitted Bill
"I'd divorce her, but I don't want to spend the time with her to do that."
"Wow, that's really shitty." Faith sipped her drink again. "So, pretty much, work's better than home?"
"Yeah." Bill said "It's either work, or... well, the past couple of months, spending time with you."
"Which is ... work," Faith said.
"...Yeah. Work." Bill sipped his drink.
"We're foreign agents on hostile turf," Faith said quietly.
"Heh. Never heard it put that way before" Bill said
"...A toast, Faith?"
Faith nodded. "To what?"
"Starting our own embassy." Bill said
Faith laughed. "That'd be a trick."
"That it would." Bill said "How about to finding a safe spot? Away from-" he gestured to outsid
"That's kick ass." She clinked glasses.
Bill clinked glasses with Faith, and stared at her a moment before sipping
"Someone to spend time with." Bill said "Someone to..." He sighed, and went back to his drink
"Yeah," Faith said.
"I'm a lot older than you." said Bill, not for the first time "And I'm married."
"Yeah," Faith said again. "That's why ... well. We aren't exactly chaperoned. If we were going to ... " She shook her head. "But it isn't even about that, is it?"
"We..." Bill sighed "I want to. You're just amazing, but I want a lot more too. I want what I can't have, and yes, you're part of it. I've had way too much time to mess my life up." he shook his head
Faith drained her glass and set it aside. "You don't lie to me. You could, but you don't. I dunno, man. You don't treat me like some dumb kid."
"That's because you're not a kid." Bill said "You're.. different. You're not dumb."
"I want you." admitted Bill "God, do I want you. But if I have you, it doesn't change anything else. I'm still here, and stuck in this job. I'm still married to someone who doesn't like me. I'm still pretending to live my life."
"When I was younger ... back before I was working for these guys ... if things got to hot, I'd just bail. Hop the next train going anywhere, you know. But ... I dunno. You can't run, sometimes, you just gotta fight through it."
"How do I fight through it?" asked Bill "Because, right now... most of this isn't worth fighting for."
"That's the bitch of it," Faith said. "It's your fight. You're the one throwing the punches and dodging bullets ... nobody can tell you how to fight it, because nobody else is having the same fight. You know?"
Bill leaned over, and kissed Faith. "Yeah." He said, quietly
Faith smiled, patted his cheek. "Yeah. So. I need to get home. Talk to you tomorow?"
Bill didn't say anything, and walked over to the exercise mat, starting pushups.
Faith gave him one last look, and started home.