Faye slinked her way to the bathroom to have a midnight smoke. "I
really need to get a patch or some gum. . ." she muttered to herself as she
started to open the container of cigarettes. "Before you know it, I'll be
hacking up a lung." She shook her head as she searched for her lighter. As
she approached the bathroom, she slowly tried to open it, but was stopped.
"It's locked?" She glared at the stall, noticing the "occupied" on the
stall. "Who goes to the bathroom at this time of night?" she rhetorically
asked. "Well, besides me," she chuckled. The smell and sight of smoke was
coming through the ventilation of the stall. "Hmm, seems someone has the
same idea as me," Faye frowned as she put her hands on her hips. "Hurry up
in there!" She jiggled the lock vigorously. She was thrown back as the door
opened.
Spike was sitting on the toilet, smoking as usual. "What are you doing here?" He asked a surprised Faye. She raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think you should be asking me that. The question is what are YOU doing here."
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Spike put his arms behind his head and sat back, not looking at Faye. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Faye put the cigarette pack and the lighter behind her back.
"I need to use the bathroom," she huffed at Spike. Spike didn't move for a while, then slowly rose.
"The throne's all yours, your majesty," Spike said sarcastically, presenting the toilet to Faye. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door in his face.
"THANKS!" She yelled at him as she lighted her cigarette.
"Hey, you're smoking too!"
"So you noticed," Faye replied dryly.
"Well, let me in then, I need to finish this!" He pounded on the door. Faye unlocked the door and the sign switched from "occupied" to "unoccupied". Spike walked into the stall, not even giving Faye a second glance. "Thanks."
There was a moment of silence, then Faye broke the ice. "So tell me about her." "About who?" Spike knew who she was talking about. Julia. Spike's everything. At least, she was.
"Don't play dumb with me," Faye said icily.
"What's to know? She's gone," Spike seemed calm and collected on the outside, but his heart was breaking inside.
"Humph. . ." Faye exhaled and stared at the ceiling. Spike ran a hand through his dark moss-green hair. He took out another cigarette from his pack.
"Have a lighter?"
"Ya," Faye searched for her lighter. "Here," she handed it to Spike.
Another moment of silence passed. "So, was she beautiful?" Images of Julia's face raced through Spike's head. Of course she was beautiful.
"Like you couldn't imagine," he sighed. Why was Faye digging up painful memories?
Faye took out another cigarette from her back and lighted it. "She must have been," she said softly. Spike looked at her inquisitively.
"Why the sudden interest?"
"Just trying to make small chat. Is that so bad?" She looked up at Spike, not icily, but almost sympathetic, and kindly, something rare coming from Faye. She finished her cigarette and stood up.
"Was she a good kisser?"
"Ya. . ." More memories surged through Spike's mind. This was really becoming painful!
"I bet she couldn't kiss like this," Faye planted a big one on Spike's lips, staying there for several moments. Lipstick traces were left on Spike's puzzled face, and Faye walked out, strutting proudly. A look of confusion rushed onto Spike's face as he scratched his head and lighted another cigarette.
"You're probably right," he muttered to himself as he sat down again on the toilet.
Spike was sitting on the toilet, smoking as usual. "What are you doing here?" He asked a surprised Faye. She raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think you should be asking me that. The question is what are YOU doing here."
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Spike put his arms behind his head and sat back, not looking at Faye. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Faye put the cigarette pack and the lighter behind her back.
"I need to use the bathroom," she huffed at Spike. Spike didn't move for a while, then slowly rose.
"The throne's all yours, your majesty," Spike said sarcastically, presenting the toilet to Faye. She rolled her eyes and slammed the door in his face.
"THANKS!" She yelled at him as she lighted her cigarette.
"Hey, you're smoking too!"
"So you noticed," Faye replied dryly.
"Well, let me in then, I need to finish this!" He pounded on the door. Faye unlocked the door and the sign switched from "occupied" to "unoccupied". Spike walked into the stall, not even giving Faye a second glance. "Thanks."
There was a moment of silence, then Faye broke the ice. "So tell me about her." "About who?" Spike knew who she was talking about. Julia. Spike's everything. At least, she was.
"Don't play dumb with me," Faye said icily.
"What's to know? She's gone," Spike seemed calm and collected on the outside, but his heart was breaking inside.
"Humph. . ." Faye exhaled and stared at the ceiling. Spike ran a hand through his dark moss-green hair. He took out another cigarette from his pack.
"Have a lighter?"
"Ya," Faye searched for her lighter. "Here," she handed it to Spike.
Another moment of silence passed. "So, was she beautiful?" Images of Julia's face raced through Spike's head. Of course she was beautiful.
"Like you couldn't imagine," he sighed. Why was Faye digging up painful memories?
Faye took out another cigarette from her back and lighted it. "She must have been," she said softly. Spike looked at her inquisitively.
"Why the sudden interest?"
"Just trying to make small chat. Is that so bad?" She looked up at Spike, not icily, but almost sympathetic, and kindly, something rare coming from Faye. She finished her cigarette and stood up.
"Was she a good kisser?"
"Ya. . ." More memories surged through Spike's mind. This was really becoming painful!
"I bet she couldn't kiss like this," Faye planted a big one on Spike's lips, staying there for several moments. Lipstick traces were left on Spike's puzzled face, and Faye walked out, strutting proudly. A look of confusion rushed onto Spike's face as he scratched his head and lighted another cigarette.
"You're probably right," he muttered to himself as he sat down again on the toilet.