Faith and Phoebe
After Zac left, Faith decided to get dressed. She grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror at herself, she smiled for the first time in a long time.
"Five by five, right Faith?" she said to herself.
After showering for a good ten minutes, she dressed and went downstairs, humming to herself.
Phoebe caught her arm as she went through the kitchen door.
"Ok, smiley, I take it that you and Zac are back together?"
"What makes you say that?" Faith asked coyly as she poured herself a glass of juice.
"Well for one, I've never actually seen you this happy. And another, we saw him leave this morning. And if that wasn't enough to convince us... you guys aren't exactly what I'd call 'quiet in the bedroom'." Phoebe gave an exaggerated shudder.
"Oh shoosh you."
"But we are all very happy for you. I hope this means there will be no more 'Faith comes home beaten to a bloody pulp coz she went out and got herself beaten on purpose' events, will there?"
"Nope, if I come home beaten it's because I was actually beaten in a fight. Not coz I asked for it. So you don't have to worry."
"Good... but, this means we're gonna hear more of the 'Zac and Faith Bedroom Olympic Marathon's' aren't we?"
"Maybe..." Faith finished her drink. "So you wanna come hunting with me tonight?"
"You're going again?"
"Yeah, sacred duty and all that junk."
"Xander wants you to go again?"
"Pretty much."
"Can't you take a break? You've been going out a lot."
"Yeah, but I wasn't killing much. Tell ya what, I'll go out, bag maybe 5, then come home. How does that sound, mom?"
"Oh mom this!" Phoebe threw her orange at Faith. She ducked and it hit the wall, splattering juice everywhere.
"Ooh, you better clean that." Faith winked and sauntered out of the room.