#♡ ⁄ 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

[liesandalibis]

THE SCENE IS TELLING—beer cans litter the common room, some of them sitting upright as makeshift ashtrays, others crushed and sloppily left on chairs, the floor. bits of trash and playing cards strewn across the table. a half-drunk bottle of whiskey exists as the centerpiece in all of this mess, accompanied by glasses that have since been knocked over and abandoned. company dwindles when jet turns in for the night, and ed and her doggy companion leave the remaining adults to their vacuous indulgences. three hours. that's how long they'd been drinking for. somewhere along the line faye had moved from the couch to the floor and stayed there. she's without her signature headband, which lies somewhere amid the litter. there's a cigarette butt tucked between her fading red lips and she's barefoot, idly rubbing the heel of one of her feet. a tower of ash hangs on for dear life and although her movement is sluggish, the ash eventually dislodges directly onto her lap when she shifts her weight. unaware, she pulls the cigarette from her mouth.

❝ so now that i've kicked your ass in card games, ❞ she starts, dropping the spent cigarette into one of the cans. there's a slight drag to her words that's only noticeable with certain vowels. she appears fine otherwise. ❝ i'd bet the woolongs in my pocket that i could wrestle you to the floor. right now. ❞

faye doesn't remember what they were talking about before then—if they had even been talking at all. something tells her to initiate. to break whatever looming silence there might have been. her eyes glide up spike's form under heavy eyelids; it's almost like she can't help herself. but she could take him. they've got to be about the same amount of sloshed by now. with a broadening smirk, ❝ this will be your only chance. so what do y'say? wanna try me, spiegel? ❞ / @reddragon-cowboy

[liesandalibis]

@xissp | sent 🛡 for a protective starter.

 ❝ I know you can handle yourself, but — ❞

Her voice spills out from behind a magazine. The way she pauses might give the impression that she’s lining up an insult, or a playful jab (that still sounds like an insult) to follow after that. She flips one page, two pages. The length of the pause borders on being dramatically long. ❝ — I think you should have back-up. ❞ Faye was referring to a number of things but mostly: the new bounty Jet had set his sights on, and the injuries both of them, all of them, had acquired from the guy before last. Jet in particular was looking rough. She hasn't said anything about it but perhaps this was saying enough. She pulls the reading material down onto her lap and looks at him. Her expression registers as neutral, but there’s a hint of something else. The smallest suggestion. Squint a little and it might look like concern. 

A single thought causes her face to scrunch up and every trace of whatever that hint of something was vanishes completely. ❝ And I don’t mean Spike. Obviously. The ever-elusive lunkhead is being just that. ❞

[liesandalibis]

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