my body is a cage that keeps me from dancing

[attitude]

Ten days is enough to change a lot. Faye's hit the gym every single day since her encounter with the spider woman, and hit it hard, making sure to build up strength and endurance in preparation for the exploring she was about to do in Darrow. Whatever time wasn't spent on the workout was put towards research, gathering of materials, and pointed questions posed to those who lingered around Semele's.

She's still green, but feeling pretty good about her chances these days.

The problem is that she gives off the air of someone trying hard, and so it becomes a little more difficult to lure people her way. It's a little frustrating at first, until she finally figures out that maybe the trick is to tackle the problem in the opposite direction. Be the one lured, instead of the one luring.

Before heading out of the bar with a man she suspects to be a vampire, Faye ducks into the bathroom, calling the brilliant bastard. When someone picks up, Faye doesn't wait for the greeting.

"How close are you to Obsidian right now?" she asks.

If it isn't Owen on the phone, at least the questions being asked probably won't be about that kind of hunting.

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[beat_death]

Owen's not exactly up on his folklore, but he doesn't think he's ever read anything about this particular consequence of driving a stake into a vampire's heart. He thinks he remembers something about people supposedly decapitating them and being sure to rebury the pieces away from each other, but nothing, nothing about this.

"Well this is a fine fucking mess," Owen says, and at least his mouth was closed when it all happened, so he doesn't feel like he's gotten any in there. Thank God for small consolations.

Still, though they've set out to do what they intended-- even if it didn't happen in a way that either of them predicted it would-- there's the matter of getting out of Obsidian without being seen. Not the easiest thing in the world to do when you're covered in blood.

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"You don't need to say that twice," Faye says with a sudden shudder, stepping away from the mess and noting grimly that the only positive she has is the fact that the outfit she's wearing was bought for the occasion. It's a loss of cash to toss it out, but it's nothing she would have worn on a regular basis, anyway.

"Do they have a shower in here?" she asks, wrinkling her nose as she notices the smell, metallic and far too rancid for something that only just died in front of their eyes. "Do we even try to clean this up? There must be tracks and fingerprints everywhere."

A glance back down at the mass of dead vampire shows that it's still bubbling and liquefying. "Is it even illegal to kill vampires in Darrow?" she asks suddenly, brows furrowed. "It's not like that looks especially human."

[beat_death]

"Can't really kill something that's technically already dead," Owen hypothesizes, though he doesn't know the law in Darrow for sure. He does know that the people there seen pretty alright with ignoring these particular bits of the supernatural though, so it's probably a fair guess.

He walks over to his clothes and picks them up, notes the blood on his shirt. At least he's got the option of closing his jacket. The black leather won't be as horrible with the blood if he manages to get all the chunks off.

Jesus, this is fucking awful.

"How about you be the one to head out and ask the staff for a mop, bucket and a couple of scrub brushes, then?" Owen says, wiping his face off with his shirt.

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"Technically, but her mind definitely seemed as alive as either of us," Faye points out, starting to tug open all of the drawers in the room in hopes of finding something to change into. Unfortunately, most of them seem to be filled with toys, restraints, any number of things that Faye imagines they would have started using had she not barged in at Owen's signal.

"Ugh, maybe we can sneak out the back," groans Faye, finally finding one with a length of cloth that she's pretty sure is intended for use as a blindfold, but that has enough absorbency to serve almost as a towel. "I don't know, what do you think? Can we even make a claim of self-defense? Actually, shit."

Her eyes dart up at the corners of the walls, quickly scanning.

"Don't they sometimes film stuff in places like this?"

[beat_death]

"Don't think they'd be doing much business if they were filming inside the private rooms," Owen reasons, though he knows that the main area's another matter entirely. Truth is, he's not too worried about all that, mostly because he knows that Tosh should be able to wipe out whatever footage they've got of the two of them in the system. At least, if they're not completely backwards and use tape or something.

With a city like Darrow, fuck knows.

Owen starts to pull on his shirt, but decides against it, putting on his jacket instead and zipping it shut. He wads his shirt into a ball and stuffs it into one of the pockets.

"Back door." he says, and hopefully it's not rigged to a fire alarm.

[attitude]

Glancing up at the top of the door that leads out of the room, Faye doesn't see any hint of an emergency exit trigger, so she nods and pulls her jacket more tightly around her chest.

Unfortunately, it doesn't cover the full length of the boots that she has laced up to her thighs, but against the black leather, she'll just have to hope that no one casually walking

around will notice the blood quickly congealing on her clothing.

"C'mon, we'll look less suspicious this way," she says, looping her arm easily around Owen's and holding him close as they slip through the doorway. In spite of all of the snafus from

earlier, she's finally feeling lucky as they slip out without too much notice.

All things considered, aside from the gunk that they left in the room, they've done pretty well for themselves.

"So, how bad was I for a first time?" Faye asks, raising a brow.

[beat_death]

He tries not too look too conspicuous as they make their way away from Obsidian. it mostly involves trying not to look around them as they walk, so he doesn't look like someone trying to get away with something. It's a different sort of thing, considering how they were able to waltz in and out of situations like this with Torchwood. Christ, they'd come into one crime scene to find their name smeared in blood on the wall and hadn't had to lay low because of it.

Once they've taken a few turns, Owen feels a bit less like someone might be trailing them; he feels like he can finally take a breath.

"Might want to give me a bit of warning next time, if someone's going to have to be tied up," he says, but other than the mess they've made, the potential for someone tracking them down for it, and his ruined shirt, it wasn't a half-bad outing.

[attitude]

Once they're a couple of blocks away from Obsidian, Faye lets herself breathe a big sigh of relief, air rushing out and rising in the cold air as she grins and holds tightly to Owen's arm for just a moment. He has his own daily life to get back to, as does Faye, but there's something a little unforgettable about staking one's first vampire together.

"But it's so much more fun when getting tied up is a bit of a surprise," she jokes, patting his shoulder with a slight huff of laughter. "I mean, you could have guessed when I asked to meet at Obsidian. Or, you could just get used to missions with me being a little more... fun." Her smile broadens, before she loosens her hold on his arm.

No point in getting overly sentimental.

"Do I get to escort you home tonight?"

[beat_death]

He's considered it. It'd be a lie to say that he hasn't. But he's a male, so Owen reckons that it'd be wrong for him to not consider it with her wearing leather and holding him in close, even if it was a part of their act. Even now, he's tempted. Maybe she doesn't mean what it sounds like she means, but even so, Owen's not unconvinced that he couldn't turn all that around in the end if he wanted.

But the first thing that comes to his mind is Tosh. It's weird, because he's not used to it, especially not in instances such as these. Already, he's toeing the line with all this, and even just inviting her back for a beer probably wouldn't go over well.

"Think I can probably make it alright on my own," Owen replies, though there's nothing bitter or hostile in his tone, "Took out a vampire already, so I think I can manage anything else between here and there."