Interrogations
'Yes, you should definitely go and question her. Wandering the streets at night with a stake is not exactly normal behaviour,' Gabby said whilst sipping her morning coffee. The friends had met up on her porch after hearing Bree's strange news. Lynette, however, shook her head. 'No Bree, I don't think it would be a good idea to bombard her with questions. You have to be tactful.'
'Yes you're right, Lynette. But as we know, what am I best at?'
The others all answered simultaneously, 'presentation.'
That afternoon, Bree marched over to Faith's house, jug in hand. Forcing a smile onto her face, Bree knocked on the door. Faith looked through the peephole and sighed before answering the door. This red head was not giving her a break.
'Hi, I introduced myself yesterday and I was just wondering if you had some sugar I might make use of.'
'Yeah sure whatever. It's Bree, right?' Faith let Bree into her house looking her up and down wearily. Bree stepped inside and glanced around. 'So, Faith. Where are you from?' Faith's insides tightened slightly as she realised Bree was most likely more interested in juicy gossip rather than sugar. 'I'm from...around. I'm not one for settling. Last place was Sunnydale. You know, the place with the, uh, earthquake.'
Bree continued with small talk and came to a very significant conclusion: Faith was a terrible liar. Something about her answers were off and Bree was determined to get to the bottom of it. She decided it was time to play dirty. 'I saw you last night. You were walking somewhere in the middle of the night holding a wooden stake. I was just wondering what you were doing?' Bree held her breath, waiting for Faith's reaction. To her surprise, Faith started to walk towards her with a look on her face that Bree was not very comfortable with.
'You seem very interesting in what I do with my nights, Bree. You going somewhere with this?' She had, by this point, backed Bree into the door and was leaning very close to her so their faces were inches apart. To make Bree even more uncomfortable, Faith glanced down at her lips before looking back up into her eyes with a smile that would cause the weak-hearted to faint. Bree looked at Faith with utter shock and was completely paralysed. She quickly snapped herself back into reality and pushed Faith away. 'What on earth do you think you are doing?' She exclaimed. 'That is highly inappropriate behaviour.' With that, she hurried out of the house, her previous question forgotten for the moment. Faith smirked before shouting out the door to Bree, 'you forgot your sugar!' She then retreated back into the house, pleased that her plan had worked. She then swore fervently under her breath when she realised how close she had been to being found out. It had only been two days and already Faith was getting interrogated. She decided it was time to make a phone call.
Bree breathed a sigh of relief as she shut her door behind her. She could not understand what Faith was playing at. Granted, Faith was very attractive, beautiful even, but she was much younger than Bree and, for God's sakes, she was a woman! It made absolutely no sense to Bree as to why Faith would come on to her. Suddenly, it hit her. Faith was obviously hiding something and this was her way of dealing with it. Well Bree was not going to be fooled.