Tugging the sleeves of her outer, crimson shirt a little higher, hiding some of the cuts and scrapes from below, Faye shrugs, mostly to buy herself time, trying to determine the answer. While she's not sure whether or not she plans on telling him the truth, and while she certainly doubts that anyone would be bold enough to ask her no matter how much she's sure that she smells of sex right now, it's still probably something worth considering, lest she lets something drop from her lips that she didn't want the whole world to know.
But it only takes a few seconds before she figures, what would it hurt for people to know that she had a bit of fun?
"That I was stuck in an elevator with Dean Winchester, and we decided on a fun way to pass the time," she decided, raising a brow in challenge. "And I liked it. Unless you don't want news getting out to all the women who'd suddenly start lining up for a turn."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-24 05:27 am (UTC)But it only takes a few seconds before she figures, what would it hurt for people to know that she had a bit of fun?
"That I was stuck in an elevator with Dean Winchester, and we decided on a fun way to pass the time," she decided, raising a brow in challenge. "And I liked it. Unless you don't want news getting out to all the women who'd suddenly start lining up for a turn."