Where: L.A.; The Hyperion
When: Night, right after this thread
Faith hopped onto one of the counters of the kitchen, watching Andrew try what seemed to be his first sip of beer. All this time the guy has been around and he's never had a damn sip of something harder than a diet Coke? Faith nearly spit out her own swig of beer she had in her mouth seeing the expression on his face. "Thatta boy!" she cheered as she lifted up her bottle of beer. "Just let it go down - yeah, it's rough at first, but then after a few more, it gets smoother." Kind of... actually, it's just a matter of the alcohol numbing your throat.
After a few shots of Patron, it's amazing what kind of things you'd be willing to drink.
She looked up when Xander came in, getting a bottle water for himself and worried about getting drunk. "Don't fret it, stud," she told him with a shrug. "It's always just assumed ya' gotta be on your feet when B takes over, right?" She took another gulp of her beer. "'Sides, it's nice to loosen up before it gets really intense. No over doin' it, though, get me, 'Drew?" she told the least experienced.
At the moment, Faith acted like she had always been part of this group when out of everyone, even Andrew. But she knew the reality - if anything bad happened while she was around, she would be the first to get blamed. She knew the risks about coming along, and she would take her hits if she thought it wasn't worth pushing back. She had no right to be here and yet, here she was.
"So, nothin' much else you can tell us about what happened with B's little sister at the store?" Faith asked, casually.