"Heh, a drink," Faye grins in spite of herself, even though there's a part of her still incapable of throwing everything off for a bit of fun. Drinks sound pretty ideal, though, letting the world fade into a subtle blur and letting everything else be wiped from her mind, her worries. "Might be more than a few. Provided I don't think Dean will kick me out of bed for indulging once in a while."
She thinks of their agreement briefly as she walks, Dean's sobriety in exchange for cutting her smoking habit. She hasn't relented yet, and she doesn't plan on relenting now, the only cigarettes left being the few that Spike hadn't burned his way through yet after she handed them off to him.
"Yeah, let's go," she says, the glass of the cockpit already visible now, a reflection that shines from the distance. "Work fast enough, we'll get this done long before sundown."
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Date: 2012-02-12 06:32 pm (UTC)She thinks of their agreement briefly as she walks, Dean's sobriety in exchange for cutting her smoking habit. She hasn't relented yet, and she doesn't plan on relenting now, the only cigarettes left being the few that Spike hadn't burned his way through yet after she handed them off to him.
"Yeah, let's go," she says, the glass of the cockpit already visible now, a reflection that shines from the distance. "Work fast enough, we'll get this done long before sundown."