"A little to the left." I smiled up at John, glad that he had decided to take on some of the work this time. During the first six years of our marriage, he was content to leave the hosting duties up to me. I never considered a holiday party something John could get into before he told me about his interest in Art History. I guess you could say,
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Even then they might have a bit of trouble.
So Faith mills about the crowd of people and figures someone will recognize her or spot her or something eventually, unlike that tiny mouse of a brunette girl over in the corner with.. is that Lindsey? Ha! No wonder she is all alone, no one's gonna go talk to a girl and her lawyer.
Hopefully they'll come to Faith and she'll dazzle them with her stunning vocab.
Or not.
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In all honestly, Linus didn't feel very comfortable at parties. He'd met John and Jane before--and John's resemblance to Rusty was almost as unsettling as his to a man he'd met a few days ago--but he didn't feel as though he knew them well enough to attend their Christmas party. That aside, Linus knew he just didn't do well in social settings. He'd get nervous and say the wrong thing, and before he knew it, there would be trouble.
He thought about turning around and walking out, but saw Rusty at the last minute, talking to Isabel, and wondered who had invited her.
Decided to stay, Linus grabbed a glass of something and tried to get out of the way of the crowd.
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She grabs the glass right out of his hand sassy little minx that she is. Takes a sip and smirks, "So at least you have good taste in drinks, how 'bout you order me one?"
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A little confused, and slightly more interested in what it was, Linus shrugged. "Uh, well, I just grabbed the first one I saw." He admitted honestly, making eye contact with whoever she was.
"You keep that one."
In spite of her forward attitude, Linus knew they'd never met. He was sure that if he ever met anyone who looked like that and simply took what she wanted the way the woman standing in front of him had, he'd remember her.
Women like that were hard to forget.
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"Thanks. Name's Faith." She didn't extend a hand because well one had the drink and the other was lazily resting on his forearm. She had already claimed him. Which never took her that long. Apparantly Faith had a type tonight and it was Matt Damon-ey looking. Which suited her just fine. She won't let go either, or if he moves that arm? She'll just find somewhere else to rest her hand.
"So friend's of the Smiths'?"
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"I've met them." Linus looked over to see if Rusty was going to come and save him, but he seemed to be preoccupied with Isabel. Unless Danny showed up, it would be a while before he'd get the courage to back into a corner, which was what Linus really wanted to do.
"They're friends of friends. Kinda...different, than most married couples." Knowing what he did about the Smiths, Linus thought he could have used a stronger word than different, but unless Faith knew them very well, it wouldn't have been right for him to say something like that.
"I-I'm Linus Caldwell". He replied. "It's nice to meet you."
Linus meant that; in his own way.
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"I actually know a few people who are here too." He smiles, as much as he can given the way he's feeling. "They're busy, I think. One is distracted by his ex. It wouldnt surprise me if s-she tried to get him arrested by the end of the night."
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"I know two people, and now? Three countin' you. 'Though I don't really know you that well, that'll change though." She grins that grin of hers, "So... Linus. Where do you hang your hat at night?" She's going for the classic addages as if she is classy somehow, which considering her hand is playing with his hair now? Doesn't really help her arguement at all.
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The quiet ones were the ones who'd brought him trouble in the past. He figured Faith was just killing time. Whatever her type was, Linus could tell he wasn't it.
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Plus? Faith was in Chicago too, and what are the odds of that right? Considering everyone and their mother lived in Boston these days. "Chicago huh, I'm there too. What are the odd's a'that right? I'll definitely have to bump into you on the street someday right?"
Yeah she is practically in his lap at this point. Standing of course, so upright lap-ness is going on. Which is basically her standing really close to him and resting her head on his shoulder. Awww, she is drunk. No puking, but she is comfy and hey he smells good.
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"I wouldn't mind seeing you again." He wondered if he should take that back, on account of it sounding like he was implying something he wouldn't, and let it go anyway. "I mean, most of my friends are all over the place. It would be good to have one in the same city."
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"You smell really good Linus." Faith was serious too. Of course it helped that she was right up against his neck taking a nice soft whiff of him. "So we'll hang out in Chicago when I get back. Just what do you do anyway, Mr. Finding Talent?"
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"Me? I'm a Slayer. All those stories you hear growing up? Vampires, Demons icky things that go bump in the night? All true. I kill them. Damn good at it too." She's practically saying this onto his neck, cause she can't stop smelling him. What is UP with her?? Man she needs to learn to either get trashed really fast or not at all, cause that whole sipping and taking her time crap has gotten her all mellow and girly.
Oh and that warmth he might feel on his neck right about now? That would be Faith. Kissing his neck. Yeah I don't know what she is thinking, but apparantly it is mmmm... kissing.
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While he could have asked her about it more, or tried to think it over and freak himself out with it, Linus decided to let it go. Whatever it was that Faith was talking about, she seemed okay by it. Since it wasn't his job to slay vampires, he didn't think it was something he needed to worry about.
He just hoped she didn't do it drunk.
"Cool." He replied, his voice barely above a whisper, probably because what Faith was doing made him want to be more discreet, even if he wasn't making any advances on her himself.
"Do you want to sit down or uh, something?" Linus asked, trying to be accomodating. "I mean, are you okay?"
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