Faith, Paige, Phoebe, Madison and Xander
Faith slid into her leather pants with ease. In fact, they were almost loose now, because she'd lost so much weight. She was sick of being stuck in her room, but she was also a little scared of going out by herself, which was why she was only going to P3 with the Halliwells. She reached for a low cut black top, and put it on. She ran a hand through her hair and applied some dark eye make-up, then grabbed a jacket and headed downstairs where Paige and Phoebe were waiting for her.
"You sure you're up for going out?" Phoebe asked in concern.
"I've been housebound for way too long," Faith replied, the hard edge returning to her voice. "I'm going out tonight, and I'm going to have a good time. Hopefully with someone else, too."
"Faith, maybe you should talk to Zac," Paige suggested awkwardly.
"Hmm, how about I don't talk to him, and I go out and get laid."
"Faith, you're still not recovered from... from before, and Zac loves you, I know he still does, and I know you still love him." Paige tried again.
"Uh, no. He doesn't love me, so it doesn't matter. I'm giving up on love coz it really kinda sucks. So I'm going back to get some and get gone. Now are we going?" Faith asked.
Paige sighed and took Phoebe and Faith's hands and orbed them into the backroom of P3. Faith let go of her hand and opened the door, dancing out over to the bar, ignoring the small feelings of panic about being out in public again. She smiled flirtatiously at a guy who was sitting across the bar from her. She ordered a drink from Madison, who was looking surprised to see her. She had about three shots of vodka, and chased it with a beer, then got up onto the dancefloor, dancing her way into the middle of the club. She was soon surrounded by four guys and...
"Xander!" Faith exclaimed, putting her arms around him.
"Hi, Faith, didn't expect to see you out of the house," Xander commented, immediately sensing she was tipsy.
"Well, wanted to get out. You know what they say, all sleep and no play makes Faith very bored." She rubbed herself against him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up and kissing his cheek softly.
"Faith, whoa, whoa, whoa," Xander said, disentangling her arms gently. He led her over to the bar, where he sat down and ordered a drink. Faith looked impatient.
"I wanna dance," she said simply, flouncing away.
Xander shook his head and downed a few drinks, feeling light headed after awhile. He headed back out to Faith on the dancefloor. As he was drunk now, his inhibitions were gone, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, and leaning down to kiss her neck.
"Mmm, hi Xander," Faith murmured, turning her head to kiss him passionately.
Xander gently caressed her back, one hand coming up to stroke her cheek.
"Maybe," Faith began, before kissing his neck. "Maybe we should go back to your place."
Xander grinned and took her hand, leading her from P3. They got into his car and drove to his house. They got out of the car, giggling, and went into Xander's house, to his bedroom.
Faith kissed Xander, her arms going up around his neck, pushing him down onto the bed at the same time. She got on top of him, undoing his pants, then pulling her shirt off and kissing him again.
So... um, yeah. They had drunken sex. Ooh, that's gonna be one hell of a hangover tomorrow, isn't it?