Post by Faith Lehane on Jun 27, 2017 15:42:07 GMT -5
The yellow cab darted through the Cleveland streets in the dark, cutting through the light drizzle of rain. A passenger sat in the backseat, shrouded in darkness. A random pop song lightly played over the cab’s speakers. The passenger yawned as the cab pulled up to a stop in an alleyway in the downtown area. The cab driver switched on the car’s inside light and quickly pushed a few buttons on his cab’s meter.
“That’ll be $15.50, babe,” he said a smile spreading across his mouth as he looked back at his passenger and placed a hand on her knee.
In a swift motion, Faith ripped the cabbie’s hand off her leg and applied a little pressure to it. The guy let out an “arghhh” noise, and Faith leaned up closer to him. “Listen, big guy. I ain’t your babe,” she began as casual as ever, despite the circumstances. “Don’t ever touch a girl like the way you just touched me, unless they ask you to,” she paused for effect, “which, judging from your face, probably doesn’t happen all that much.” She released his hand, and he jerked it back, clutching it to his chest.
Faith reached into the right pocket of her black skinny jeans and pulled out a crumpled up $20.00 dollar bill. She threw the bill at him, and it bounced around the front before disappearing under the seat. “Keep the change,” she said with a snarl before pulling the door’s handle, stepping out of the cab onto the street, and slamming the door so hard the car shook for a moment. The cab driver immediately drove off causing the tires to squeal and leaving Faith to herself in the night.
Her brown hair cascaded down in loose curls and stopped mid-ways down her back, resting on a plain, black leather jacket. She reached into one of the inside pockets of the jacket, revealing a white t-shirt under the jacket in the process. She pulled out a warm, deep rose-colored lipstick called Courtesan, and applied it to her lips with a slight “smack.” When she was done, she tucked it back in the jacket.
The rain had stopped, and Faith decided to get a move on, her black boots making a “tapping” noise on the asphalt as she went. It wasn’t hard to find her destination, being that she could practically feel the pulse of the music through the street. A shortcut through an alleyway later, and Faith was staring at the doors of Anatomy Nightclub & Ultralounge. She pulled the door open and strutted inside.
The atmosphere of the place was the same as most dance clubs, but she didn’t really mind what the place looked like. Fact was she’d let loose in much worse. Since she moved to Cleveland, there was little she’d done aside from patrolling. Her little chat with Buffy a while back had really opened her eyes. If all slayers have a death wish like Buffy told her Spike had once said, then she was going to break this somewhat destructive cycle of patrolling, slaying, getting some grub, sleeping, and repeating. She had to, especially if she was getting her own team soon. What better way to feel alive than a night on the town with the first beefstick she sees?
She made a beeline for the closest bar, and quickly caught the attention of the bartender. She ordered a Jack & Coke, payed for it with more money from her back pocket, downed the drink, threw her jacket at the bartender, and headed for the blue and purple-lit dance floor. A rush of exhilaration encompassed her starting in her chest and radiating throughout her extremities as she began dancing to the electronic music. Within minutes, she had two guys she was dancing between.
"Like visiting an old friend," she thought to herself with a smile.
“That’ll be $15.50, babe,” he said a smile spreading across his mouth as he looked back at his passenger and placed a hand on her knee.
In a swift motion, Faith ripped the cabbie’s hand off her leg and applied a little pressure to it. The guy let out an “arghhh” noise, and Faith leaned up closer to him. “Listen, big guy. I ain’t your babe,” she began as casual as ever, despite the circumstances. “Don’t ever touch a girl like the way you just touched me, unless they ask you to,” she paused for effect, “which, judging from your face, probably doesn’t happen all that much.” She released his hand, and he jerked it back, clutching it to his chest.
Faith reached into the right pocket of her black skinny jeans and pulled out a crumpled up $20.00 dollar bill. She threw the bill at him, and it bounced around the front before disappearing under the seat. “Keep the change,” she said with a snarl before pulling the door’s handle, stepping out of the cab onto the street, and slamming the door so hard the car shook for a moment. The cab driver immediately drove off causing the tires to squeal and leaving Faith to herself in the night.
Her brown hair cascaded down in loose curls and stopped mid-ways down her back, resting on a plain, black leather jacket. She reached into one of the inside pockets of the jacket, revealing a white t-shirt under the jacket in the process. She pulled out a warm, deep rose-colored lipstick called Courtesan, and applied it to her lips with a slight “smack.” When she was done, she tucked it back in the jacket.
The rain had stopped, and Faith decided to get a move on, her black boots making a “tapping” noise on the asphalt as she went. It wasn’t hard to find her destination, being that she could practically feel the pulse of the music through the street. A shortcut through an alleyway later, and Faith was staring at the doors of Anatomy Nightclub & Ultralounge. She pulled the door open and strutted inside.
The atmosphere of the place was the same as most dance clubs, but she didn’t really mind what the place looked like. Fact was she’d let loose in much worse. Since she moved to Cleveland, there was little she’d done aside from patrolling. Her little chat with Buffy a while back had really opened her eyes. If all slayers have a death wish like Buffy told her Spike had once said, then she was going to break this somewhat destructive cycle of patrolling, slaying, getting some grub, sleeping, and repeating. She had to, especially if she was getting her own team soon. What better way to feel alive than a night on the town with the first beefstick she sees?
She made a beeline for the closest bar, and quickly caught the attention of the bartender. She ordered a Jack & Coke, payed for it with more money from her back pocket, downed the drink, threw her jacket at the bartender, and headed for the blue and purple-lit dance floor. A rush of exhilaration encompassed her starting in her chest and radiating throughout her extremities as she began dancing to the electronic music. Within minutes, she had two guys she was dancing between.
"Like visiting an old friend," she thought to herself with a smile.