[center][b][color=00aeef]Fayth Morrow[/color][/b][/center]
The effect of the whisky was minor. Warmth flowing through her body, though her mind was nowhere near being cleared up. Her emotions misting over her thoughts, hazing even the easiest of actions. Fay supposed this was how it was meant to be. An omega with her past had no easy decisions to make. No rest to be had. Sure, she might be able to go wild with drinks or even take drugs. But only once in a while. Fayth felt she didn't have the luxury to wallow constantly in misery like Anton was doing. Purgatory of sadness was not the destination Fay had in mind. Freedom was the one thing she ever craved.

When Anton stood up, Fay's entire body tensed up. Ready for any sudden movements. Taught to expect the worst of any situation. Even though Anton was taller than her, Fay didn't feel intimidated. There was little fear left inside of her, and the sight of a drunken Anton trying to tower over her was not even on the list. She knew Anton was once a omega, so the girl had the ability to fight. Meanwhile Fayth had been an omega in a brutal clan and she survived. Fay stood still as a stone wall. Her fists clenched until her knuckles turned white listening to Anton speak of her dead mother. She had spoken an off-hand comment about her mother being dead to Jesse once, but that was all. There was nothing else to share. Whatever these 'terrible things' Fay had said were most certainly a fabrication by Jesse.

Fay had it in mind to knock a few teeth loose from Anton's jaw, grab her hair and smack her whiny face against the wall. Violence was just tiring. And she wasn't drunk enough. Fayth remained composed. "Is that all?m                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      mmmm"

"You're not going to frighten me. I've fought larger before. Wolves included." There was anger laced into Fay's words, the bitter kind that builds up from years of abuse and never seems to go away. Like an anchor latched onto her dragging her to the bottom of the ocean to drown, and Fay couldn't escape. Yet, intertwined with the bitterness there was an eerie calm.

"My mother's dead, and so is your friend. Nothing can be done to change that. Certainly not drowning yourself in that goddamn bar sulking around. I'm sorry you feel so lonely, Anton. You might be older than me, but I can see you. Better than you know. I don't want to fight you but if you feel the need to take a swing at me go ahead. I'll give you one free shot. If you take it, you won't get another one."