Seventeen Ain't So Sweet (OPEN)

[Xander Harris]

Xander Harris, a sophomore at Sunnydale High School had been standing outside Sunnydale's hottest place to be, The Bronze. Not sure of when his friends were going to show Xander begin to feel like he had been stood up on a date or something. Being unsure of the situation that would unfold Xander decided to make his way into the club and wait for his friends inside.

It was a Friday night, the place was packed with teenagers from all over town. The musty smell of the street, the perfume from inside the girl's bathroom back the hall and the smell of cigarettes filled the seventeen year old's lungs as he maneuvered his way throughout the small circles of the crowd. Everyone was either talking in a circle, sitting around the tables that were available or dancing to the local bands that came to perform. It being a Friday night, the place was beyond the point of being "crammed".

Xander didn't know if waiting inside was such a good idea after all. Of course he knew some of the people that were in the Bronze, he had seen them at school but never really talked to them. His main people usually consisted of just Willow and Jesse.

For his luck he had gotten lucky. He had spotted an empty table that the gang could sit at and just hang out like normal teenagers did on Friday nights. Xander pulled out a chair and sat on it, placing his arms on the top of the table. Looking around aimlessly he spotted a waitress coming towards him. He through on his geeky smile and cleared his throat before yelling, trying to be heard over the music. "Um miss, excuse me. Yeah .. hey over here." Xander finally got her attention as she approached him. She walked up to him with a tablet and a pencil. She positioned it in a writing position. Yeah uh can I have a soda please? She nodded and walked passed him.

Xander didn't want to feel all creeperish and just come out and be like hey can I have your number. Although he had done that a few times before it failed miserably and he decided that tonight was not going to be a night of him making a fool of himself. He was going to or well try to be a "man" tonight. Have fun with his friends, listen to music, drink soda, and try not to get into any trouble. He turned his attention towards the door and saw some familiar faces. He grinned and raised his hand, motioning to them where he was.

[Jesse Mcnally]

The Bronze. The most popular haunt for teenagers in Sunnydale. Music blaring, with the smell of smoke and the taste of drinks easy to make out from five paces outside the main door. Full fit to burst of dancing, grinding, seating teenagers...and then Jesse. This was not a place that Jesse enjoyed visiting. The crowd was too much for one thing, surrounding him, like he was choking. The music was too loud - his ear drums thumbing in pain, ringing through his head. And the smell of sweat...he wrinkled his nose, sliding sideways past a dancing couple. No, this wasn't Jesse's place.

For a start, he was a lightweight. He got drunk far, far too easily. And then he couldn't dance. Jesse dancing was an honest disaster...and most likely ended up with quite a few broken bones (not his) and blinded people (again, not him, the sight of him dancing was bad enough to blind someone). But he would still come to places like this, of course he would. Willow and Xander came here, for fun, and therefore Jesse would come here as well. Of course he would. They were his friends.

And Faith was his friend as well, and...well, he had promised to introduce them. Right now, with the dancing bodies pressing in and the air in this room already getting too thin, Jesse really, really wished that he hadn't thought to be so considerate. He pushed past another pair, and looked around (almost desperately by this point).

But then a smile spread over his face, and the dark haired boy visably relaxed. Xander. He could see Xander. Thank god. And, with Xander, were clear directions to a space where breathing was indeed possible. He glanced behind him, before inclining his head in Xander's direction to show where he was going (speech was impossible in music this loud. For Jesse anyway), before heading over. Relief was visable on his face as he grabbed a chair, sitting down beside his friend.

"Thank god you're here. Thought I might be looking around for someone for ever."

[Xander Harris]

Xander didn't know what to do while he waited for his soda. He took around the club, watching people dance to the overly loud music. Of course this would be packed tonight it was Friday night and what else would a group of teenagers do in Sunnydale then spend their Fridays at The Bronze. Xander looked towards the entrance and out of pure luck he spotted his friend Jesse. Now Jesse stood out in the crowd, his height and slim appearance made it easier to be spotted. When Xander did spot him he made himself known. When Jesse walked over to the table and sat down beside his buddy, Xander thought to himself: "Okay, Jesse's here but where is Willow?" The thought was moved aside when he listened to what Jesse had to say about the overly packed Bronze.

"Hey Jesse, my man, whats up?" said Xander.

The mere fact that The Bronze being a bad idea after all dawned on Xander as he began to get a sense of mixed emotions. He began to get worried for Willow, she hadn't gotten here yet, all of the horrible thoughts began to creep into his mind that maybe Willow was hurt in some way. He and her have been best friends ever since he could remember. They were still little, five to be exact when they began to "date". Xander stole her barbie doll and that was the end of that. Willow and him seemed more along the lines of brother and sister than boyfriend and girlfriend. Their relationship towards one another was more caring and loving in a friendly way than something more. Maybe that's why he felt like he needed to worry but nonetheless, Jesse was here and his night was just starting to pick up .. or so it seemed that way.

Xander took a breath and he felt a sign of relief as he wasn't the only one at the table anymore. Xander turned, looking around his shoulder and saw the waitress coming with his soda. She sat it on the table, not even attempting to stop and say "here you go" or something like that. She just kept on walking forward, also trying to out maneuver the crowd of people. Grabbing his soda, he opened it and took a drink before setting it back on the table. "Thank you Jesus! With all of these people in here it just feels like I could pass out or something. It's nice to have a drink when you feel your throat close up from all of the weird kinds of smells in this place." Xander exclaimed. He knew that Jesse was feeling the same with the expression and the way his voice sounded while he sat there. Xander didn't want to pass out in the middle of the bronze. He didn't want to have another negative remark on his already bad reputation.

Grasping his soda he continued. "So Jesse my man, you were gonna introduce me and Willow to the new girl? She hot man? Like what's the deal?" Xander could hear himself rambling. "Willow seems to be running late. That girl's never late. Why would she be late? It's not like her to ditch us, or me. Maybe we should step outside and wait for her? But wait if we do that then someone might take our seat." Xander stopped and looked down at his soda can. He didn't know what to make of Willow's tardiness but he just wanted to make sure she was alright.

[Faith Lehane]

So a lot had happened in her life recently, since her arrival in Sunnydale. She had met her 'new watcher' who she was not at all keen on working with. She had met a mysterious man who claimed he wanted to help her and get her life back on track, in Caleb. She had met the good ol' vampires. And of course, her long time friend Jesse, who she hadn't seen for quite a while. For a normal person, that was a lot of full-on experiences in just a few days in residing in Sunnydale. She had heard stories about Sunnydale and how it wasn't exactly true to its town name, but she hadn't expected this. Weren't small towns supposed to be well...Small? More specifically, quiet? Apparently that wasn't going to be the case. Hey, maybe they got the news that Faith was arriving, and just decided to shake things up for her, like everything else in her life? Yeah, that seemed likely.

Tonight she was going to take off her shoes and relax. Not literally of course on the shoes part. After all, she needed those boots for dancing and kicking major vamp ass like a pro. Though considering she was meeting Jesse and some of his friends, she was hoping the vampires were going to be on the low tonight. After all, she didn't need another scene in this place, and, in front of her friend and possible future-friends. She didn't need a bad reputation already, once everyone realizes that she dusts vampires in her spare time. Shamefully on her, her spare time was in abundance lately. She still hadn't figured out what else there was to do in Sunnydale, except dirty her boots on the heads of vampires. Hell, that was true girl fun! For her, at least.

Walking into the Bronze in her usual attire consisting of her black boots, jeans and jacket, she curiously glanced around for any signs of Jesse. He had told her he was considerably early, so there shouldn't be any problems there. Especially since she was 'considerably' late. Yeah, so it took her a while to get her gear together, and her hair, don't even get started on that. Before continuing her search for Jesse and company, she conveniently made her way to the bar and got a coke. She wasn't in the scotch mood tonight, just wanting to chill. After all, Jesse said they were a sort of 'quiet' group, and if they were anything like Jesse, she'd be driving the conversation tonight.

Taking a sip from her glass, she smiled softly as she made her way through the crowds of people, finally finding Jesse sitting at the table with another man, obviously one of the friends he mentioned. She approached the two, placing her glass on the table with a smile. "So, is this party gonna get started, or what?" She teased with a grin, before placing a hand on the shoulder of Jesse, before glancing at Xander. "So, Jesse never mentioned anything about a tall, dark and handsome friend. Muast be my lucky night." She chuckled softly, getting into the rhythm of the music. She was itching to dance. It was either dancing or vampire ass-kicking. Dancing was the go tonight.

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[Jesse Mcnally]

"Not alot, Xan-Man," Jesse said teasingly back to his friend even as he sprawled into the chair beside him, relaxed now that he was with someon he knew. Well, he knew Faith, yeah, but Xander and Willow were slightly different. He'd even allowed himself to use Xander's crappy little nickname, because...well, he could. Though he did frown slightly, a little bit of confusion flickering over his face. "Aren't you meant to just say that about alcohol? I'm pretty sure when you're talking about drinking in a place like this it means something other than soda. Not that I'd have anything other than soda because, eurgh." Plus...he was pretty sure that he would be a complete lightweight. Wimps usually were.

He flushed slightly, though the red tint to his skin didn't really shown up against the dark tan that was his normal palor. Hearing Xander talk about Faith like that. Well, it wasn't completely unexpected, because yeah, Faith was hot (even Jesse in his one woman universe could tell that much), but still. Didn't have to be quite so...blunt about bringing it up, did he? Probably. That was ho guys were, anyway, as far as the both of them had worked out. "I...well, yeah, she's coming. And...yeah, she's pretty h-hot. Quite a bit. Nice looking. Um. Yeah. Willow?" Thank god the conversation had switched to something he didn't have to ramble about quite so much. Thinking over his friend as being hot was just weird. "I dunno, maybe she's just got caught up with something. Girls stuff or...or something. Could be."

He jumped slightly as the click of the glasses against the table top roused him (just a little), turning his head quickly until his eyes met the dark nes of Faith. And he relaxed slightly, once he'd figured out it was her. It wouldn't have been the first time that some random moron decided to come pick on them when they were doing nothing, but thankfully...it wasn't. Though her words did make him flush. Again. "Um...Faith this is my friend Xander. Xander, meet Faith. Um."

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[Willow Rosenberg]

Ah! She was so late, she was so late, she was so late! The words were just racing through her mind as Willow walked down the dark streets, and her anxiety showed for her face was a bit distracted and she was mumbling the words "I'm so late!" under her breathe a billion times.

Tonight the redhead wore a outfit that was very... fluffy. Her top was pink and long sleeved, lacy white around the collar and around the wrists. She had a few designs on her top, mostly two butterflies near the bottom. For her lower half she wore a skirt with an odd little pattern consisting of red, pink and white, she wore tights that were pink as well, but of a much lighter shade. Her red hair was down tonight with no cute hat to top it.

Willow wasn't sure why she picked this outfit. After fussing about her clothes and hair for an hour, she just thought 'hey, I look cute', and after seeing the time 'i'm late!'

So after worrying so much, stepping into the Bronze was a relief. The familiar and non familiar faces, the nice music, the casual setting she loved. She suddenly felt at home, more or less.

Now to find her friends...

Willow walked through the crowd here, feeling just a little self concious as her outfit got some looks. It wasn't like it was the normal thing to wear to a place like this. But Willow liked her outfits so a slight frown tugged at her lips. But once she spotted her friends, it faded completely and turned into a smile.

Lifting a hand, Willow waved at the group once before walking over. "Hey! Sorry I'm late I-" She stopped talking when she noticed the girl that was there too. She hadn't noticed her till just now. She looked... uh... different. And new. Willow had never seen her before. She'd think she would have remembered seeing her before.

As politely as she usually was, she said. "H-Hhi. I'm Willow."

[Faith Lehane]

Nodding at Xander with a smirk, she sat down at one of the empty seats which she dragged from another vacant table. The table obviously wasn't big enough for Faith, one way or the other. "Xander, huh?" She responded, the curious smile still placed on her face. "Odd name, but different doesn't always have to mean bad. Different is a good thing." She would know, she would be the most 'different' person there was to know. She had a thing for recognizing this in other people. If a name encompassed the personality, Xander would be 'differen't and not function the same way as everybody else does. Judging by his fashion sense, he wasn't afraid of being different. She respected that, because she followed the same path in life. Why be like everyone else? What was the point, really?

She took a sip from her drink, and eyed up as she noticed an unfamiliar face join the party, or at least their 'mini party.' She greeted the young redhead with a soft smile as she joined in on the conversation. She seemed a bit nervous, and like Xander, she was also very different in appearence just judging by her fashion sense. Faith might actually fit in here, with people who were very different to everyone else. "Faith," she nodded, the smile still on her face as she watched the girl for a moment or two, before waiting for the conversation to continue, or at least get started. After all, everyone was here, right? Jesse had no more friends to pop out and greet Faith? Nah, he had mentioned that there were only two, at least she hoped. Although she was a people person, she didn't want to be bombarded by a lot of people, which usually led to forgetting their names and cracking jokes to the wrong people. It had happened before, unfortunately.

So...These were Jesse's friends, huh? They seemed nice. Very nice. Sure, they weren't Faith's usual type of friends, but they seemed nice. Wait a second...What friends did Faith actually have in her lifetime? Other than Jesse, of course. There was no one. Unless she counted the girl who was a prominant occurance in her dreams, she had none of sufficient value. Many would see that as being a loner. But her situation was odd. She could go out to a party and fit right in and not only mingle with everyone, but enjoy herself with them and act friendly towards them. But other than that, she hadn't had any 'real' friends, who she had sleepovers with, or friends who did eachother's hair, and things like that. It was kind of difficult in that sense, as Jesse just didn't seem like the hair-doing type. Was it just that she was afraid of committment, or something?

Taking another sip of her drink, she looked back up at them with the same smile present on her face. She wasn't usually nervous, but this was a different situation than she was used to. Sitting around and talking to people casually like this, it was different for her. She was normally just making conversation on the dancefloor, or something like that anyway. Looking at Willow, she decided to end the silence with a question. "So you guys all go to school together, I hear? That must be cool." School was never her thing, but she could tell that these people were made for it. Looking at Faith, it just didn't look like the appropriate or suitable place for her to be. Since when did slayers need an education, after all? They lived...They fought...They lived some more...One more big fight, then they died. It was a trend, really. Sipping her drink once more, she glanced around the room, before having an 'itch' to enjoy herself some more. "So do you guys sit around here all night, or do you get yourselves moving on the dancefloor?" She added with a coy smirk, getting up and finishing off her drink with one last sip. She then glanced at Xander. "Come on Xan man, you look like you wanna get the sun started." She grabbed him, giving him very little option to escape her invitation to the dancefloor. Thats how she liked it, having the control. Yeah baby.

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[Caleb Branshaw]

Caleb pushed open the door to the Bronze. He was wearing black sneakers, dark faded blue jeans, and a black t-shirt which revealed on his right arm muscle his redish orange and black tattoo. It wasn't anything special. Just a design that he got when he was younger. He had seen it in one of Cale's books he had made him read and decided it would look amazing on his arm. Caleb wished he could go back in time. He hated the design now. He found it to be very lame. The only good thing about it was the fact that he was sporting his two favorite colors, red and black.

As he entered the Bronze, he was greeted with the smell of smoke, sweat, and liquor. Definitley not a good combination, but at least it was something to do right? Visiting the Bronze on a Friday night. He hadn't been there since Tuesday when he met the oh so stubborn slayer. He was hoping she would have stopped by his apartment by now. I mean after all, he did give her his address. But even when he was writing it out for her, he knew she wasn't going to use it. He just had false hope. Faith was definitely going to be a tough cookie. Which was one of the reasons why he was here tonight. If she didn't come to him, he would have to come to her. He just wanted to make himself available to her. And to do that, he had to at least get her to see him around.

Caleb made his way to the stools at the bar. He found them very comfortable surprisingly, and it was easy access to the drinks. As soon as Caleb sat down, the bartendar began to talk to him. "Another Blue Lagoon Cocktail?"

Caleb glanced at the bartendar a little confused. "Uh..."

"Sorry to startle you. I have a reallly good memory." The bartendar smiled at Caleb.

Caleb chuckled, "I guess so." He thought about ordering the Blue Lagoon Cocktail again but remembered Faith's expression when she saw what he was drinking. She thought he was gay! Definitely not a reputation he wanted to have. "Nah i'll take Pinaccle Vodka Whipped with Vernors." Still a sissy drink he guessed, but at least it didn't have the color or designs.

"You lookin' for that girl you were with the other night?" Caleb glanced at the bartendar again becoming quite annoyed. Obviously this bartendar was keeping an eye on Caleb's doings Tuesday night which made him a little uneasy. Caleb decided to lie. "Uh, no. I'm just here to get a few drinks and just relax." He picked up the drink the bartendar had just set down infront of him and stood off of the stool. Caleb determined that the best thing to do was seriously walk away. He wondered what else this bartendar had seen the other night. Had he heard their conversation? What if he was in line with Angelus? Caleb raised the glass to the bartendar and took a sip. "Thanks for the drink."

Caleb made his way to a table off to the side of the room closer to the dance floor and sat down. He glanced over at the bar. The bartendar was still looking his way which irritated him, but eventually the bartendar was waved down by a young girl who seemed very eager to buy a drink.

Thank God! Caleb thought as he took a sip of his drink. He scanned the dancefloor first and then the tables finally spotting Faith with a small group of people...very strange looking people. Well, not strange in a bad way, but people that he didn't expect Faith to even consider hanging around. Then again, he really didn't know this girl at all. All the more reason to be here tonight. That was good that she seemed to at least be making friends. At least she is nice to someone. He thought as he continued watching her. His vision started at her feet making their way up her body. Her jeaned seemed to cling to her in a very appealing way. Her hair cascaded down her back in dark shiny waves. Her smile was engaging. He cleared his throat looking away. There was no doubt that this girl was attractive...a little to attractive.

When his eyes fell on her again, she was leading one of the guys at the small table with her onto the dance floor. He shook his head smirking. She definitely was a partier.

[Xander Harris]

"Get the sun started?" he thought as he was being dragged onto the dance floor. Xander, of all people thought that this Faith chick was very stunning. The girl was hot, what else could he say. He felt his stomach begin to turn and the places were you get sweaty when you get really nervous were beginning to show their presence. Xander didn't know what to do, he wasn't the one to get out on the dance floor, especially with a hot girl as Faith was. This had bad written all over it, well along with epic fail and a tragic disaster all capitalized with a whole bunch of exclamation points after it.

Although it had a huge deal of bad on it, there was some good that involved this soon to be memorable event. The good kind, he hoped. Thoughts, both good and bad thoughts seeped into his brain. Xander could go out on that dance floor, dance with Faith, and this would definitely bump up his reputation no doubt. Or if he did something terribly stupid and geekish, that would make his reputation go down even further than it already was.

Xander is the type of guy to not go out and make a fool of himself, especially when he is nervous, this situation that he was drugged into, literally, was definitely not going to turn out good at all. There would be something, something bad was more than likely going to happen, it was disaster waiting to happen and if Xander's thoughts would jinx the whole group, then it would be any other normal day in Sunnydale, California.

Faith took his hand and was itching to get on the dance floor. Was it his lucky day? Was Xander going to score one at the Bronze? Whatever the case was he was officially leaving the table that he claimed for the gang and was almost in the center of the dance floor. Faith smirked and was definitely ready to get down and "jiggy" with it, Xander, not so much.

He took a deep breathe and whispered to himself. "Alright Xander, keep it together, you can do- do this. Just, whoa! Faith is looking way too good tonight. What am I doing, just tell .. just tell her you gotta use the bathroom and you're home free. No wait then she'll think I have bladder issues." Xander could hear himself babble to himself. It was a habit that he couldn't get rid of, no matter what situation he was in. Xander finally decided to go with it. He waited for a minute, hearing the beat of the music and smirked innocently at Faith who was already doing what she was itching to do from the start. "You know, I think I-" He could hear himself get cut off. Xander just hoped that this day would turn out alright .. hopefully.

[Faith Lehane]

Xander seemed all the nervous as Faith dragged him onto the dancefloor. Most guys would jump at the opportunity to dance with Faith. Sure, she could become slightly intimidating in her over-fowardness, however she was still a smokin hot girl after all, who knew how to shake her booty the right way. She was confident that after a few minutes or so, Xander would relax around her and would be more of himself, and not a shy little man about to get his first kiss from a girl, or something. If he thought he was getting anything from this dance, other than sweat coursing down his body, he was mistaken. Faith was all about having fun, and she did want to make an effort to get to know Jesse's friends, and what better way to do it then on the dancefloor, where she can be herself and only herself?

She moved her body closer to Xander's, smirking softly as she slightly grinded his body. She knew how to make the men quiver in the knees, that was for sure. The music soon took an upbeat, and she was soon pacing it more than she had before, slightly going into her own element, for a second forgetting she had company. "So Xander, is that girl Willow your girfriend, or something? You two seemed pretty tight!" She said, shouting over the top of the music. She seemed like the type who was lucky to have a boyfriend, and would stick with him. That was cool. Though she was more about the fun aspect of the whole thing. "What else do you do for fun in this town?!" She added with a smile, as she continued moving her body to the music. She turned around, shaking her body at Xander, before slowing down her pace, as she noticed the man she barely knew as Caleb, who was sitting at a table, alone, near the dancefloor. Her face turned pale, and she shot him a curious glance. What was he doing here? She turned back to Xander, still the pale face. "Hey! I'm gonna go get another drink! I'll see you guys back at the table, yeah?!" She nodded with a smile, before turning and drawing the smile away as she walked over to the bar and got a drink, to play the disguise.

She took a sip, before walking over to Caleb who was sitting at the table and placed her drink down. "Its not often I get stalked, you know? Other than the occassional vampire of course. Yet I just can't seem to go out without you being right there, watching me." She shot him that 'I've worked you out smirk,' before shooting him a questionable glance. "You just don't give up, do you? Do you have rejection problems, or something?" She couldn't work this man out. He had game, coming back and watching her again. But it didn't take away the fact that she was curious as to what his true intentions were in the matter. She still didn't know much about him, after all.

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[Caleb Branshaw]

Jackpot! Caleb thought as he could see Faith making her way over to him. He smirked. Obviously he made some sort of impact on her the other day. If he didn't, she wouldn't have walked up to him this fabulous Friday night. He took a sip of his drink before responding to her. "I'm sure you get stalked all the time, you just don't know it. And you better get used to it, because i'm not going anywhere anytime soon." He gave her a 'deal with it' sort of smile and continued on to answer her next question. "No, i really don't get rejected often...until now of course." He chuckled. "But, you are standing here right infront of me, so i guess rejection doesn't apply to me now either." He looked up at her. "Are you gonna take a seat?" He gestured to the seat across the table from him. Caleb glanced past Faith to the dancefloor where the guy she was dancing with just seconds ago was standing. "Or do you have prior engagements?"

Caleb hoped she would sit down. Maybe if she sat down they could finally get down to business instead of all this petty roundabout questions. He was sure she had questions for him, and he definitely had questions for her. Not that he would ask them all in one sitting. He didn't want to scare her off just yet. Maybe he wouldn't even ask his questions. Maybe he would just find them out through spending time with her. Either way, he was going to try as hard as he could to help this girl. The slayer job wasn't an easy thing. And the worst part about it, was having to deal with things alone. Faith wouldn't have to do that anymore if she would just accept Caleb's offer to help her.

[Anyanka]

The Bronze was quickly becoming one of Anyanka's least favorite places in Sunnydale. There was...alcohol(when she managed not to get carded for it). That was a plus. But there was also obnoxiously loud music, obnoxiously loud people...and of course, the lingering bitterness from the last time she'd been here. When that irritating British man had ruined everything...ugh. But all of that aside, The Bronze was admittedly an ideal place to find vengeance-seeking individuals trying to drink their troubles away, and thus the demon was forced to make attending a regular habit. Though she had to wonder as she gazed out at the crowd, was there any point to this human gathering other than making it easier for creatures of the night to kill the lot of them?

With a shrug, Anyanka nonchalantly shouldered her way through the crowd forming at the bar, completely ignored the dance floor, and eventually settled over at a table behind a small group of what she could only assume were high school kids. Several of them looked vaguely familiar - not that she paid much attention to the humans she begrudgingly attended Sunnydale High with, but it was worth noting all the same. For a few brief moments, she actually managed to focus on the group just in time to here the end of some flirtatious conversation as the brunette girl dragged one of the guys out onto the dance floor with her. How...wonderful. Maybe they'd end up having some kind of fling, and one of them would walk away feeling used and degraded, and then she'd have a chance to grant one of their wishes. ...Or the dark-haired guy might just trip before they even made it to the dance floor; he didn't exactly look like the smooth type...

Whatever. Anyanka suddenly turned away from the display of typical human behavior and instead busied herself with sipping the soda she'd ordered and idly wrapping a curl of dark brown hair around her finger. Hmm, brown...it did wonders for her complexion, but the vengeance demon frequently grew restless when her appearance remained the same for too long...perhaps it was time for a change.

And she was thinking about hair now? This really was a slow night. She scowled a little as she reflected on the fact that everyone here seemed relatively at ease; nobody at the Bronze tonight seemed remotely interested in seeking any sort of revenge. Well, that was just great. Now she was bored. Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, Anyanka let out a dull sigh as she turned her dark gaze to the band playing on stage. Maybe one of the amps would...blow up and catch the place on fire, or something. Anything to liven up this place with a lovely bit of chaos.

[Faith Lehane]

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