Where do we go from here? [Open]

[Anya Jenkins]

Ouch. Headaches. Anya had not missed those. But it seemed being dead for a good couple of years and then abruptly brought back to life had some lasting effects, and as of now her head was pounding. She had, on the other hand, certainly missed the alcohol, so she was more than willing to endure a bit of jazzy music and the low murmurings of her fellow demons if it meant she could get a beer.

The blonde was currently seated at the bar of Caritas, not even bothering to assume demonic form though this was perhaps one of the most demon-friendly places in Los Angeles. Given the club's other current inhabitants, Anya in her human form stuck out a bit...but she couldn't honestly say that she cared much. Humanity was something welcome, recent, familiar. She needed to cling to it right now as she attempted to sort out her thoughts, her light brown eyes narrowed into a troubled sort of expression. She was alive...again. And she wasn't really sure how to feel about this.

Anya had certainly never been one to hold a death wish - well, except for that one time she'd tried to goad Buffy into killing her - no, she'd enjoyed life quite a bit. Life was good. Life was full of sunshine, and sex, and money! But...that had been before. Everything was different now. She'd lost her humanity for the third time, been thrown back into the midst of Los Angeles, and was now completely and utterly alone. She wanted to find Xander, or Spike, or Buffy, or anyone familiar, really. A friendly face, at this point, would have been the best thing in the world. And what Anya really wanted, plain and simple, was to go home.

The reason she couldn't bring herself to do so, in truth? ...She was frightened. Frightened of what she might find if she ventured back to Sunnydale, frightened of finding the Scoobies dead and the town destroyed...what if that had been the price of the battle with The First? If that was the case, Anya didn't think she ready to handle it. Not yet.

For now, she'd settle to sit miserably in Caritas, sipping at a glass of beer and trying to figure out what the next best course of action was. At least Caritas was neutral ground. She was safe, for now.

[Faith Lehane]

Faith decided to hit up Lorne about some information and maybe a drink hell Faith needed it since Angel didn't need her right off might as well make some clear time. Opening the doors Faith stepped in her boots clicking against the ground as she walked. taking a drag from her cig sure she could quit smoking but why it's not like it can kill her. Shutting the door behind her everyone knew Faith some stay away from the Rouge Slayer knowing how dangerous she was. Sure her rep was twice worse then Buffy's but the slayer did not care now living in Los Angeles. Faith knew Buffy could take care of them potentials without her, and her place here.

Her eyes caught Anya's we'll she be damned looked like someone came back from the dead now this would be interesting indeed, as Lorne waved to get setting down her usual whiskey, and she made sure to sit right beside Anya. "Anya? my god look like someone didn't want to stay dead did they? What are you doing here thought you be in sunnyhell with B?" Faith didn't feel she belonged in Sunnydale that was Buffy's town not hers and faith was content thank god Willow worked her mojo to keep the police off her tail.

Snatching that bottle of whiskey taking a swig and also puffing on her cig this was perfect maybe Anya could come be with the L.A gang. "You know it best you check in with gang sure there worried about your pretty head there Anya." Faith wore a pair of leather black pants along with her huge black boots, as she wore a black top that was strap, along with her blue jean jacket. She offered Anya a cig. "Want one always relieves the stress you know" Faith wondered if Anya feared her to. she knew what it was like scared I mean she busted out of jail" Boy did she not want to go in that subject just the thought about what happen made her wonder. The bite on her neck from Angelus she didn't care to wear it least it showed that she took down a monster, but now Angel needed to know maybe about Anya.

[Anya Jenkins]

Slightly startled by the sounding of the familiar voice next to her, Anya blinked and turned incredulously to meet Faith's gaze. Was this some kind of trick? Only moments ago she'd been thinking of the Scoobies...and suddenly here one of them was, strolling up to her in the middle of a demon bar as casually as ever. Anya stared at the rogue slayer blankly for a moment, as if she didn't immediately trust what she was seeing.

"Faith? But...you're..."

She paused. Faith was here, and alive, and she'd been in the midst of the fighting during the battle with The First Evil. Did that mean that the others had gotten a chance to escape as well? If so, how many of them were alive now? A bit overwhelmed by all these questions, the vengeance demon tried to focus on what Faith was saying to her. Something about the gang being worried about her...the gang? That sounded an awful lot like a confirmation of the hopeful thoughts that had just fleetingly passed through Anya's mind. Her lightly brown eyes widened in disbelief, darting suspiciously to her glass of beer on the bar for a moment. Was this...actually happening? Maybe she'd drank too much. That would explain it.

Driven by some random impulse, Anya turned back to Faith, narrowed her eyes slightly, and abruptly reached out to lightly poke the slayer's shoulder. Hmm. She seemed...real. "Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you weren't some kind of hallucination." Anya informed her bluntly, because really, she'd just spent the last few years dead. Who knew how much of her sanity had remained intact since then?

She regarded Faith suspiciously for a brief moment. Anya was aware that the rogue slayer had a dark past, and though they'd fought on the same side before Anya's death, the demon wasn't quite sure she could trust her. But for now, her curiosity overpowered her wariness. "Wait. Buffy and the others...they're...alive?" she asked hesitantly. "B-but I thought...I mean...the last thing I saw were those disgusting ubervamps, and there were so many of them, and...how did you survive?" Her tone was blank with shock, which was probably why she hadn't yet begun her usual babbling...this was going to take a moment for her to process.

As she tried to sort out the muddle of confusion, shock, and relief that had claimed her mind, her gaze absent-mindedly dropped to the cigaette in Faith's hand. Oh. Smoking. Anya had never really been big on it, although the thought of some stress relief right about now was tempting... but, it'd be kinda irresponsible. If Xander were here, he'd make that stern frown-y face at her. She sighed. "Oh, no thank you. I just got my life back, so I should probably wait awhile engaging in any health risks." the vengeance demon stated matter-of-factly; evidently her time in the afterlife had not rid her of her slightly strange speaking mannerisms.Reaching for her glass, the blonde took another drink of beer...only to realize she'd sort of just contradicted herself. "Except for alcohol," Anya added as an afterthought. "It makes me feel all warm and tingly, which is nice, because everything else just kinda...hurts." Admittedly, she had been feeling a bit sore since her return. Being sliced in half by a sword would probably do that to a girl.