Faith's eyes opened slowly as she heard her phone ringing from somewhere in the room. She sat up, careful not to disturb Sam and looked around to see where her pants had ended up. She smiled slightly, seeing them tossed to the far corner of the bedroom, before heading over to them and sliding her phone open.
"Hello?" she said softly, heading into the living room part of their suite so as not to wake Sam up.
"How's Vegas treating you?" Angel's voice came down the line, sounding way too cheerful for the morning.
"Good," Faith replied, clearing her throat. "Thanks for the sweet room hook up, by the way."
She settled down on the lounge, laying back against the cushions.
Angel chuckled. "Late night?"
"Sorta." She yawned loudly, stretching her legs out. "We hit up some casinos."
"Win big?"
"Mmm, yeah." Faith yawned again. "So what's up?"
"Just checking in," Angel told her.
"And checking up?" she teased.
"A little," he admitted. "I just wanted to make sure you're taking care of yourself."
"Awwwww."
"Oh shut up."
Faith grinned. "Well rest easy, Dark Avenger. I am doing well. Sam is taking very good care of me."
"That's good," Angel replied. "And you're happy?"
"Well, you know me, never one to wear my heart on my sleeve or whatever, but yeah, I'm enjoying myself. Vegas is wicked cool, yo."
"Shotgun wedding?"
"Hell yeah."