fandomhigh | Study Hall (12/14/2005)

Faith sat down at her desk, still working on a letter. Most of it looked like crossed out insults.

Anakin dropped into a chair next to Faith and gave her a small smile. "Hey, stranger," he said.

"Hey," she said, smiling back. "Got the snakes video. I, um, drew you a thank you note (http://pics.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/pic/0000cr4p), but I was a little bit tipsy, and, well, it shows. I don't even know what it means."

Anakin looked at the note and choked. "Um, thank you?" he tried. He looked at the desk. "You really leaving, or was that just for the radio?"

[OOC: *dying*]

Faith stops smiling abruptly. "Oh. No, no, I actually am leaving. I've got to kind of, um, fall off the radar for a while." She nods at her crossout filled letter. "Some trouble with people from, um, home. They've got problems with some of my actions here."

She sighs, frowning. "I kinda don't want to go."

"I kinda don't want you to go," Anakin replied. "Who'll fight zombies with me? Or steal the brownies from Draco? Or tie that noose you people put around your necks for formal occassions?" He blushed. "Not that I'm planning on having to use one of those any time soon."

He turned to look at her. "I'll miss you."

If Faith was the type of person to cry, she'd have watering eyes right now. At the moment, she's settling for looking miserable. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm gonna miss you too."

She looks at him, as if debating the merits of hugging.

Anakin felt Faith's emotions hit him like a wave, echoing what he was feeling.

He reached his hand out towards her. "When do you leave?" he asked quietly.

She half-shrugged. "Tomorrow night, maybe Friday at the latest. Depends on when I can get out without attracting a lot of attention."

Anakin swallowed hard. "That totally sucks," he said, kicking at the desk leg. "Stupid people from home and their 'not understanding' thing." He gave her a wicked smile. "I could talk to them? Maybe some aggressive negotiations?"

He sighed. "Or we could just get really drunk instead." He raised an eyebrow. "But without the 'getting married' part."

Faith laughs at that. "As much as I'd love the help, the negotiations're pretty much a no. They're not the type."

She smiles at him. "The getting drunk part'd work. I promise I won't try to get an Elvis to marry us."

"Had to offer," Anakin said. "Part of the whole Jedi thing."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I'll have to make a run to the NPC Liquor Store--I seem to have run out of the whiskey Han brought back for me." He blushed for no apparent reason. "That stuff was strong."

"But I'm done with classes, pretty much. I have no problem getting drunk in my room in the middle of the afternoon, say, tomorrow?" He gave her a sad smile. "Give you a chance to sober up before heading out of town?"

Faith smirks. "Yeah, I'll bet it was strong," she says, swallowing a laugh. "But yeah, I'm all for that plan. It'll be fun."

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Angel came over to see Faith. "Hey there."

"Hey," she said, grinning at him. "How're you doing?"

"Pretty good," he grinned back at her. "Last time I saw you you were all cold and covered in white stuff."

She raises an eyebrow. "Wha- oh, snow. I could say the same about you."

She's totally not eyeing him up right now. Cause that'd be wrong. So wrong, in fact, that she has to make it look like she is, to keep up her evil reputation.

"I remember," Angel grinned back. "You're not cold now, are you? Because I'd hate for you to be all shivery."

Faith smirks. "Actually, I think I'm feeling a little bit hot." She stretched, pushing her chair back. "Maybe it's just me, though. You look kinda cold."

"Do I?" Angel asked. "Huh. Maybe you could do something about that. You know, since you're all warm."

This gets a raised eyebrow. "Really? And what would you suggest, Angel? ~~If you are still Angel, OMG?~~"

"I dunno, Faith," Angel reached out to slide a hand up her arm. "What kinds of activities would normally make a guy all warm?"

Faith smirks, raising an eyebrow. "In the middle of study hall? I thought the evil twin was the exhibitionist."

"Who said anything about taking clothes off?" Angel took Faith by the wrist and gave a light tug. "To start with, anyway..."

Faith's pulled out of her seat and over to Angel- more because she'd be heading that way anyway than because of his force.

"Well, this is interesting," she says, half to herself. "Surprising, too," she says, running a hand down Angel's chest and stomach.