THE PARTY A.K.A. THE GOOD RESULTS OF A BAD THING
Answering the door, Faith lets even more people into her home. Looking around she sees that her house is already pushing it's limit on capacity. There are people everywhere, including the over-packed backyard, even the swimming pool. Faith makes a mental note to clean it before she uses it or the hot tub again. Though this isn't the first party she's thrown since her return, it's the first that she's having in her own home and everyone is taking it as a milestone for the year. Faith has really missed the energy that her parties can generate. Walking into the kitchen to load up on more beers and other alcoholic beverages she sees an unnoticed, unwanted, underclassman talking to Cordelia. She turns her back to him, rolling her eyes. Seeing Faith walking in his direction he things that this could be his opening to popularity and power. What better way of getting it than through Sunnydale's most beloved?
"Hey, Faith! How are-"
"Am-scray, Loser."
"Oh, sorry." He apologizes uselessly because Faith is already talking to the other
girl. Sighing dejectedly, he walk away with slumped shoulders.
"Hey, Cor. Who was that? The latest geek on your fan club?" Faith asked while laughing.
"Funny. This is your party, so the way I see it, he's a friend of yours."
"Please. I wouldn't even waste my time humiliating that wannabe."
"Harsh much?"
"Have you known me to be anything but?"
"Only when is gets you what you want and suits your needs."
"Speaking of my wants and needs; have you seen Buffy? Is she here?" She asks not bother to conceal her excitement.
"Calm down, Tiger. I
talked to her earlier and she said that she wasn't feeling well."
Seeing Faith's face drop she quickly tries amending. "But,
she said she was planning on coming, she wanted to talk to
you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Cool,
I'm gonna go look and see if she's here."
Looking at her leave, Cordelia has a fond smile on her face, in a wistful tone she mutters to herself.
"They grow up so fast."
Mingling with her guest, Faith exchange quick hellos with the people she throw them her way. Looking up, she frowns, as she sees one of the meathead hocks from the next town over, walking up the stairs and into her room. She quickly follows. The fact that someone from another town had come to one of her parties was nothing new. It's common knowledge that her parties can be wild and sometimes can get out of control. What bothered her was that he was going upstairs. Just as common as it was to know about the parties getting out of control it was even more known that upstairs was off limits at her house. You could drink, fight, curse and have sex with someone elses boyfriend, but going upstairs was a definite no-no. Opening the door, enough light comes in, so that she can see him straddling someone on the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" He faces her startled, as she turns on the lights. The lights and sudden voices disturb the person sleeping on the bed. She gets up. looking around groggily.
"What's going on?"
"Buffy!" Faith questions disbelievingly. "You son of a bitch!" As he tries to run by her, she pushes him into the doorjamb and when he tries to get up she kicks him in the groin, before pushing him down the stairs where he lays groaning. The party pauses as everyone hears the yelling. Going to check on Faith, Spike rushes over to assist.
"Everyone get the fuck out of my house! This party is so over. Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Hold
him down." Spike walks over and presses his knee into the jock's
neck.
"Hey! Ow! Dude, let up. I wasn't doing nothing."
"Yeah, that's why you were in my room with your zipper half down." Hearing a gasp she turns to see Buffy standing midway on the stairs, tears in her eyes.
"I-I didn't know. I had a headache and I didn't think you would mind if I used your bed for a small nap. I didn't know." Faith walks up to her and awkwardly hugs her. She's not use to doing the comfort thing. In all honesty she's usually the reason someone needs comfort.
"Don't worry about it." She tries to soothe her. "It's not your fault. It's all okay." Seeing Cordelia she gets her attention, signaling for her to come over.
"Cordelia's gonna help you, alright? i got go handle some things." By now almost everyone has left and the next hour or so is a blur to the four remaining people. Filled with questions, tears, anger and sympathy.
Pulling into the Summers' driveway, Faith turns the engine off and follows Buffy to her front door.
"You know, you could stay over, right? We could pick Cordy up and go back to my place."
"No, that's okay. I'll be fine."
"You sure?""Positive."
"Call us if you need anything?" At Buffy's affirmative she says her goodnights. Reaching for her arm as Faith walks away, she tells her thank you before softly kissing her on the cheek. Smiling, Faith walks away.
A/N: -Raise your hand if you saw that one coming.
-The title may seem weird, but it will be explained next chapter.
-There might be grammatical and spelling errors, but I was trying to get this
done asap.
