The road had led her to Faith's motel, good thing most of the things in Sunnydale were in a walking distance.
When Buffy finally had built up the courage to knock, the manager came up from behind. "You… B?" She sighed. "Buffy actually." The manager scratched his beard. "Yeah, yeah, she left a note for you." He her gave her the hand written note. Faith had the vocabulary of a five year old, especially when it came to the writing.
Buffy figured that she must've failed the written exam, that didn't make sense though, because Faith had failed the oral exam too. It was probably due to her absence during her high school years. 'Bronze' why she wanted to meet there was something Buffy would have to ask upon arrival.
At the bar, where else? "Could I have a beer, please?" The bartender looked her up and down. "ID?" Buffy was shocked. "You're going to card me, but not her?" She asked, pointing to Faith who just scoffed, other than that she didn't give her the slightest response. Buffy thought that it might've been the 'please' that had put him off , the bartender was obviously not used to simple, common curdosy. "Fine, a coke then." She moved in so she was now closer to Faith. "You could at least look at me."
Faith turned her head, raised a questioning eyebrow and took a zip of her drink. "Do you remember when we were here the last time? When we danced? When you let go?" Buffy didn't have to think about that one, it was as clear as crystal, right there, floating on the surface. "I remember, I also remember when you lost control." Another zip of jack daniels and coke passed Faith's lips. "And I reember when you stabbed me with my own knife." Buffy scoffed. "I came here to do good, alright? Not to get fucking beaten to a pulp."
Faith froze in her seat. "Buffy, we've been given so many chances and we keep fucking it up. What is wrong with us? Why can't we make it work? Can't we at least try to make it work? One last time? If we fail, then we leave it alone."