MCA, Minus Five, Thursday Afternoon

[neverfaithful]

Faith was making coffee. Which seemed to be decaf. Which was okay, she was just making coffee for something to do, and coffee seemed like a good thing to do. Better than nothing. Coffee. Right

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[not_an_answer]

Renee would have been thankful for the coffee, but... Fandom seemed to hat her right now so it was decaf.

Ugh.

But she wasn't aware of any coffee making as she knocked on the door.

[neverfaithful]

Faith tried not to jump for the door or anything. Just a freakin' door, here.

"Hey," she said, opening it and leaning against the door frame. "C'mon in. I got ... decaf, if you want any."

[not_an_answer]

Renee made a face at the mention of decaf. "The island is trying to kill us with that crap."

[neverfaithful]

"I thought Dale was gonna punch somebody," Faith said, shaking her head and stepping back to let Renee in. "The day they take my liquor, I'm so out of here."

Her glance flicked over to the walls. That weird whitish-cream color when she got nervous like this. Great. Fuckin' mood-ring apartment.