Log; ongoing

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When; Saturday, May 16
Rating; PG (for now)
Characters; Blair miss_waldorf and Faith thesecondslayer
Summary; B is in need of some guidance from below~ and who better to do it than F? ♥
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Blair did not know how long she had been in the City, but between finishing that bottle of scotch and walking out to find no taxis to hail, she knew she was no longer in Manhattan. She thought she remembered the place, and the people, and all the things that happened. But right now she simply did not care.

All she cared about was finding someplace she could have the most fun. There was no longer any Yale to care about, after all, no longer any mom or dad to please or friends at school to wow. The old Blair Waldorf was dead, and this new one was free of plans and inhibitions and frustrations. She was free now, she was happy. Really. She finished her glass of martini in a single gulp, signaling the bartender for another one.

Some remnants of the old Waldorf was still there, such as the fact that her martini was made of gin, or that her outfit was color-coordinated (minus the headband and plus the velvet red lips), or that she still opted to go to the high end area of The Raven. She did not know how to kill those parts off, or maybe she was still too scared. She did not want to think about it. She did not want to think.

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"No shit." Faith shook her head at the grin, pulling Blair closer again when the dude in the suit doesn't take the hint. It's all coming back to her now; good girl gone bad, some bad porn cliche like that. Except right now Faith is saddled with all these morals and guilt and shit like that, so it's less about dragging her down than keeping her company until she crawls back up.

It only took Faith a second to catch up to Blair, slip an arm around her waist that has less to do with companionship than keeping her drunk ass off the floor. "Hey, tell you what. I'm gonna take your baby badass self home with me, you can sleep it off, and tomorrow we can start again. Get you partying right."

Hey, maybe it'll all be blown over by tomorrow. Girl can hope.

[ooc: At mi familia's to beat the heat since it's like eleventy billion degrees today and my apartment is essentially an oven; tags might be lag-y, sob. ALSO Amy and I were thinking Faith will set Blair up in Sylar's bed while they share. >.>]

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Blair couldn't really care less about Faith's intentions for staying around, or maybe she just couldn't focus her mind enough to even think about that. The buzz from the alcohol was quickly shifting from pleasantly numbing to awfully agonizing. She let out a whine that was quite telling of how used she was to hard liquor. Still, she managed a sloppy grin when she noticed that Faith had caught up to her.

"Yeah, sleep, party, yeah." She mumbled, hoping that that sounded more intelligent than it did in her head. The idea of getting out of these shoes and sleeping off the headache seemed so good. "Let's go home."

She could sleep on her couch, she thought, and was surprised at how she didn't shudder at the thought as she would usually have.

[ooc; Aww ♥ THEY'RE TOO GOOD TO HER ;___;]

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"Home works." Faith shook her head again, grinning ruefully. Blair will feel this tomorrow, and it's a good thing Faith owns more painkillers than she knows what to do with. She took a quick look at Blair's unfocused eyes and sighed. "Don't bitch at me for this or I'll drop you."

She slid her arms around Blair enough to get a good hold on her, then swung her up in her arms. They're the same height, but Blair's light where Faith's muscled, and Slayer strength means other than it being a little awkward, carrying Blair is easy as hell. "All right, let's go. Easier than waiting for you to keep up."

[ooc: FAITH LOVES YOU, BLAIR. And Sylar is trying to build his bank of people who don't think he's evil. >.>]