"Yeah, I managed to get it out of him," Faith said as she walked into the motel room. She tossed Sam the newspaper. "Wes, I am almost offended about your reaction. You know me... want, take, have. Very simple."
She paused.
"Ok, I'll let him know. I'm looking at him now. Mmmhmm. I won't forget. Goodbye Wesley."
She snapped her phone shut.
"Hey gorgeous, check your email. Wesley sent you a love letter."
Sam
Sam looked up from the newspaper that he'd barely opened.
"Oh really?"
He shifted his cair over to the nearby laptop and checked his emails.
"Oh wow..."
Faith
"Intimate, huh?" Faith asked, grinning slightly.
She flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Sam
"It's Lilith related," Sam explained straight away.
"There's supposedly an old book stored in a heritage museum not far from here that contains rituals to both summon and repel her."
Faith
"Oh, Watcher Boy stepped up. Nice."
Faith sat up again, and watched him carefully through her eyelashes.
"So... we break in, much in the style of John Wayne and, as the kids say these days, snaffle the book?"
Sam
"Not that easy I'm afraid," Sam shook his head.
"This place is on big time lockdown. The only time they open it is for high class functions. The only way we get in is to score a green card from a rich partythrower."
Faith
"Let me guess, there's a function coming up?" Faith asked.
She glanced at the ceiling.
"So, the party-thrower a guy or a girl? Who has to do the flirting?"
Sam
"There's one about every weekend," Sam shrugged.
"It's too late to catch this one, but next weekend some lady named Beryl is hosting a cocktail party for the sailors related to her ancestors. Or something."
Faith
"Really... Beryl?"
Faith hid a grin.
"Well, cutie, you're up then. Unless she swings my way."
Sam
"Oh no," Sam insisted, "that sort of thing is Dean's forte. I'm no good at that crap."
Faith
"Hey, you got me."
Faith shrugged.
Sam
"Well yeah, but..." Sam pulled a face.
"We knew each other, you know. It's not like I can hit it off with an older woman straight off the bat. But Dean could."
Faith
Faith smiled faintly.
"Dude, look in a mirror once in awhile, will you? And start telling yourself you're quite the muffin."
She scratched the back of her head.
"Alright, well then, why don't the three of us pay good old Beryl a visit?"
Sam
"Maybe that's coming on too hard," Sam frowned, clicking out of his email and pulling up the museum website.
"She's not just going to invite us if we all show up at her doorstep. We have to come up with IDs and relevance to the function."
He started typing.
Faith
Faith made a horrified noise, sitting up straight and looking over at Sam.
"This thing is going to be all black tie, isn't it? I'm going to have to get into a dress."
She sighed.
"The only bonus will be you in a suit."
Sam
Sam sighed with a chuckle.
"Yes, it will be all 'black tie'," he confirmed, giving her an amused glance.
"But I for one, don't mind dressing up. Dean on the other hand... he might want to sit this one out."
Faith
"Hmmph."
Faith crossed her arms.
"Well, you don't mind it because you look good dressed up. I look terrible in dresses, and I keep getting put in them."
Sam
"You can be hot, just wear a thick belt and long necklaces with a bit of cleavage," Sam murmured, before it clicked what he'd said.
"Not that you can't co-ordinate your own wardrobe, you know. Just a hint..."
Faith
Faith raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Ok, number one... I don't do fashion, really. Unless it's an Angel sponsored shopping trip. Those are my favourite. And two... when do I not have my cleavage out and about? Dean constantly has conversations with my chest."
Sam
"Sorry," Sam smirked.
"Spent too much time with the girls in Palo Alto durig 'makeover time'."
Faith
Faith shook her head slightly.
"You're lucky you're quite the muffin."
Sam
Sam smirked.
"I guess so," his eyebrows rose.
Faith
"Trust me, Sam, if I started dressing like a girl, you'd get nothing done."
Faith smirked slightly.
Sam
"I thought you just tried to convince me that you do dress like a girl. Remember? The whole cleavage thing?" Sam pointed out.
Faith
"Well yes, but I meant like... full scale girl. Dresses. Accessories. Shoes."
Faith shrugged.
Sam
"Nah, that way wouldn't suit you," Sam shook his head, starting to close up the computer.
"But upper class? Suits everyone. I'm looking forward to it actually."
Faith
Faith grinned, and approached him, standing in front of him and running a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, but you wanted to be a lawyer. So it takes all types."
Sam
"Whatever," Sam drawed, taking her hand and kissing it.
"So I've sent off for IDs for all three of us. Hopefully we'll me in the maritime union by tomorrow morning. Transferred from Florida. Heirs to the Penbroke Estate in the Western Quay."
Faith
"Aww, you're so cute when you're being all illegal."
Faith sat down on his lap.
"So, I may have something for you later."
Sam
"Oh yeah?" Sam looked up with a grin, "like what?"
Faith
"Well, I gotta have some surprises, or why would you hang around?" Faith teased.
She kissed his nose.
Sam
Sam scoffed, before pulling her down for a proper kiss.