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cuddlecity2017-11-12 07:30 pm
faiththatfuelsu) wrote in cuddlecity2017-11-12 07:30 pm
Entry tags:
If you want blood | OTA
CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane and You!
LOCATIONS: The Deviant
WARNINGS: Currently none, will update if that changes
SUMMARY: Faith and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Faith Lehane was having a day. It wasn't anything huge that marked the day in question as particularly awful. Instead, it was the myriad little things that kept piling up one on top of the other to create an avalanche of bullshit that was threatining to roll downhill at any minute. From the waitress that kept spilling drinks on paying customers, to the drunken idiot that had grabbed her ass before she'd tossed him on his... she was itching to punch something in the worst way.
Before the urge could overwhelm her she'd retreated to the manager's office and sat at her desk for a drink and a time out. The whiskey was strong but not strong enough as the burn of it barely took the edge off. She thought back to her time in prison, the things she'd done to get out of her own head and push the darker urges back into their boxes, and tried utilizing the methods that had worked then. Whatever calm she'd been working toward, small as it had been, was shattered when she heard a tray of glasses smash just beyond her door less than five minutes in to her cool down.
With a bitten off curse she stood to leave her temporary sanctuary so she could assess the damage. Her least favorite waitress was in the middle of the wreckage and Faith's eyes narrowed. Her fingers twitched into a fist, flexed once as she tamped down on the urge to let fly, and released.
Not trusting in her ability to resist a second time meant walking away with little more than a ground out order to clean up the mess. It was on her way up to the front that she decided it was in the best interest of everyone that she find a way to resolve the building tension sooner rather than later. Whether it was going to be a fight or something else was where she was still open to suggestion.
LOCATIONS: The Deviant
WARNINGS: Currently none, will update if that changes
SUMMARY: Faith and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Faith Lehane was having a day. It wasn't anything huge that marked the day in question as particularly awful. Instead, it was the myriad little things that kept piling up one on top of the other to create an avalanche of bullshit that was threatining to roll downhill at any minute. From the waitress that kept spilling drinks on paying customers, to the drunken idiot that had grabbed her ass before she'd tossed him on his... she was itching to punch something in the worst way.
Before the urge could overwhelm her she'd retreated to the manager's office and sat at her desk for a drink and a time out. The whiskey was strong but not strong enough as the burn of it barely took the edge off. She thought back to her time in prison, the things she'd done to get out of her own head and push the darker urges back into their boxes, and tried utilizing the methods that had worked then. Whatever calm she'd been working toward, small as it had been, was shattered when she heard a tray of glasses smash just beyond her door less than five minutes in to her cool down.
With a bitten off curse she stood to leave her temporary sanctuary so she could assess the damage. Her least favorite waitress was in the middle of the wreckage and Faith's eyes narrowed. Her fingers twitched into a fist, flexed once as she tamped down on the urge to let fly, and released.
Not trusting in her ability to resist a second time meant walking away with little more than a ground out order to clean up the mess. It was on her way up to the front that she decided it was in the best interest of everyone that she find a way to resolve the building tension sooner rather than later. Whether it was going to be a fight or something else was where she was still open to suggestion.
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"For what it's worth, I think you're pretty cool," he added with a smile and a wink, more of a tease than anything else. If it's a little flirty on his end, well. Nobody has to know, and it doesn't have to mean anything. "I learned how to drive when I was 10 years old. I'm not very good at staying in one place myself."
Not that he really ever left, either - just moved through Atlanta like a shadow, the streets his domain.
He chuckled, tilting his head back again for a moment. "You pay me plenty."