still_grrr | Fancy Dress Party (Prompt 069: Shindig)

Title Fancy Dress Party
Author kgola
Rating PG/PG-13
Word Count 551
Prompt 069: Shindig
Characters/Pairing (if any) Faith
A/N: Missing scene from comic, No Future for You, Part II. The first paragraph is from the comic, the rest is mine.

As Faith stood in line to greet Genvieve Savidge, she fiddled with the weapon stuck into her hair. Keep it together, kid. A line of sweat trickled down her forehead. I've done worse than this without losing a wink... So why the hell am I shaking so bad now? Just stick it in her and let the girl bleed.

The droning voice of the man speaking with Genvieve barely penetrated Faith's ears. At Genvieve's outburst, “This is insufferable,” the hairs on Faith's neck rose. She dropped her gloved hand from her hair and tuned into her slayer senses. Slowly allowing herself to gaze around the ball room, she noticed a darkened balcony. That must be why I was shaking. Spider sense must have been trying to tell me something. I should hold off on the kill.

Her turn to greet Lady Genvieve. She never thought she'd be glad to be wearing a dress, but this way no one could see her knees wobble as she curtsied. “Happy Birthday, Lady Genvieve. May the rest of your guests be as short winded as I am.” Faith handed her the card that the G-Man created from Hope Lyonne and faded into the crowd.

She wandered around the ballroom for a little while, observing the Brits and their fancy dress party. Everyone here certainly cleaned up good. Faith snagged a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. “Thanks, mate. I'll be taking these.” She took the whole tray, and downed two immediately.

“A dance, my lady?” Faith turned to see an older man standing by her side. He was not as good looking as Giles. One strike for you, pal. A neatly trimmed mustache covered his upper lip. Bad choice. Strike two. Not waiting for an answer, he put his hand on her lower back. Strike three.

Faith pulled his hand off her back and bent his fingers back. She stopped just short of breaking any bones. “Bugger off.”

Faith did not need any distractions. Especially not the slimy kind. She downed the other two glasses and left the tray on a table. This area is too exposed. I don't know what's hiding in the shadows. Perhaps I can get Genvieve alone.

Faith scanned the dance floor, searching for a glimpse of Genvieve's pale yellow dress. There, by the band, a glint of light reflected off of Genvieve's crown. What's the matter with me? I enjoy the rush of a good kill, especially the uhn feeling I get after.

Despite what Giles had said, she still wondered if he would have opted to kill her if he had had the opportunity. How bad could this slayer really be? Giles spoke of apocalypse, but Faith knew her own role in the Mayor's ascension almost led to an a apocalypse. One vampire sponsor later, and she'd turned out alright. Current mission not-withstanding, she hadn't killed, or even attempted to kill, any humans since her stint in the joint.

Bloody Hell. Faith couldn't bring herself to do it. I need to get my head in the game. Take a smoke break, then come back and finish the job. Faith looked around for a way out. Across the ballroom was a glass door that led out to a terrace. Perfect. A smoke and then she'd do the dirty deed.