Slayage or Something Like It
Title: Slayage or Something Like It
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Life or Something Like It
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Life or Something Like It. I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Summary: Faith runs into another of the newly dumped in Seattle.
Word Count: 487
Faith looked around the bar. Everyone seemed to be coupled except a very handsome -in the boy from the farm next door sort of way- man. He sat in a booth in the corner drinking shots and waving off women who seemed to be asking for his autograph as they walked to the restroom. Another gaggle of women seemed to be ready to flock and he looked like he was ready to throttle someone.
Faith thought she might do her good deed for the decade. She sauntered over and kissed the man on the cheek before sliding into the seat across from him.
“Sorry I'm late, honey,” Faith said with a smile directed at the man. The gaggle of ladies groaned and went to the ladies room or back to their previously abandoned men.
The man looked at her, puzzled. “What was that for?”
“I thought you might like to be left alone,” Faith replied as she commandeered the last shot in the line on the table and drank it down.
“And this is called alone?” the man grumbled.
“Except for me, sure,” Faith said. “I'm Faith La Hayne.”
“Cal Cooper,” he said.
“You look like you've been dumped,” Faith said as she signaled the bartender for two more shots.
“How would you know?” Cal snapped.
“Because I know that's how I'd be looking if I wasn't sitting here with you,” Faith explained. “I was dumped last week.”
“Yeah. I was dumped for a camera man,” Cal said.
The bartender brought over the shots. Cal and Faith tossed them down. Cal signaled for another round and when those shots arrived they drank them down.
“Dance with me,” Faith said leading him to the dance floor. After they had danced with Faith shimmying and shaking and slithering all over Cal, he paid the tab.
Cal led Faith out side. “I don't remember where I parked my car.”
“That's ok. We can walk,” Faith said.
“In this neighborhood?” Cal asked.
“I'm sure a big strong guy like you can handle it,” Faith said.
“Sure. I play for the Mariners. I can handle it,” Cal said as he lead her down the alley.
The next morning, Faith woke with a mild hangover in the ultra modern bedroom with Cal beside her. She watched him sleep for a few minutes before she got up and left. It was one thing to be bummed by her break up with Robin but to climb into bed with the first man to come along. Granted he was a baseball player and good looking and her type. Ok so maybe Faith's type ran to anything male and living but Cal reminded her of someone else who had been just as messed up as she had. Faith got out of bed and slipped out of the apartment and went to her hotel. She had research to do about the big bad she was here to fight.
Author: Maeve Bran
Fandom: Life or Something Like It
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Life or Something Like It. I'm just using them for some unprofitable fun.
Summary: Faith runs into another of the newly dumped in Seattle.
Word Count: 487
Faith looked around the bar. Everyone seemed to be coupled except a very handsome -in the boy from the farm next door sort of way- man. He sat in a booth in the corner drinking shots and waving off women who seemed to be asking for his autograph as they walked to the restroom. Another gaggle of women seemed to be ready to flock and he looked like he was ready to throttle someone.
Faith thought she might do her good deed for the decade. She sauntered over and kissed the man on the cheek before sliding into the seat across from him.
“Sorry I'm late, honey,” Faith said with a smile directed at the man. The gaggle of ladies groaned and went to the ladies room or back to their previously abandoned men.
The man looked at her, puzzled. “What was that for?”
“I thought you might like to be left alone,” Faith replied as she commandeered the last shot in the line on the table and drank it down.
“And this is called alone?” the man grumbled.
“Except for me, sure,” Faith said. “I'm Faith La Hayne.”
“Cal Cooper,” he said.
“You look like you've been dumped,” Faith said as she signaled the bartender for two more shots.
“How would you know?” Cal snapped.
“Because I know that's how I'd be looking if I wasn't sitting here with you,” Faith explained. “I was dumped last week.”
“Yeah. I was dumped for a camera man,” Cal said.
The bartender brought over the shots. Cal and Faith tossed them down. Cal signaled for another round and when those shots arrived they drank them down.
“Dance with me,” Faith said leading him to the dance floor. After they had danced with Faith shimmying and shaking and slithering all over Cal, he paid the tab.
Cal led Faith out side. “I don't remember where I parked my car.”
“That's ok. We can walk,” Faith said.
“In this neighborhood?” Cal asked.
“I'm sure a big strong guy like you can handle it,” Faith said.
“Sure. I play for the Mariners. I can handle it,” Cal said as he lead her down the alley.
The next morning, Faith woke with a mild hangover in the ultra modern bedroom with Cal beside her. She watched him sleep for a few minutes before she got up and left. It was one thing to be bummed by her break up with Robin but to climb into bed with the first man to come along. Granted he was a baseball player and good looking and her type. Ok so maybe Faith's type ran to anything male and living but Cal reminded her of someone else who had been just as messed up as she had. Faith got out of bed and slipped out of the apartment and went to her hotel. She had research to do about the big bad she was here to fight.