[b][color=00aeef][center]Fayth Morrow[/center][/color][/b]
Between talking about guys and keeping track of everyone at the bar, this was getting exhausting.[i] 'Yes, I'm sure you idiot.'[/i] She thought. Tired of everyone giving her lip. Seemed everyone had something to say around here. God, putting up with Jesse and her bad habit of street fights, Mori's suspicions, Ryan's boyfriend. Fayth needed to let out a big sigh. Instead of sipping on that weak appletini like a ditzy blonde girl would, she straight chugged it down in one go. [i]'Fuck, that's gross.'[/i] Fayth cringed. A whiskey girl at heart. Her hand grabbed a hold of Jesse's arm and she made sure to look at her. Even if Jesse might not make eye contact, Fay kept a steady and intense gaze on her face. "We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways." Keeping in mind everyone around. "Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!" Flash the big smile for the cameras. Turn, pose. Then looking over at Mori, she pat her on the back. "I'll be back honey, I know you want to talk to me so so badly."

Fayth looked up at Avery. "By the way, this sweetheart right here," indicating Mori, "She ordered her usual. Some juice. No alcohol can you believe it? It's like she's against fun or something." Fay turned to the door. Her scent picking up the blood easily. It made her hair rise and her heart race faster. The blood of animals, she could deal with. But humans? She wanted to stay clear of that path. It didn't lead anywhere. Nowhere except a place of tears and blood. On her way out, Fay yelled out over to Kalib. The other omega who in fact was doing just fine. Calling 911 was one half of the job, the first-aid kit was the second. "Get on the phone and call 911, alright? Sound good? Great." Fay nearly rolled her eyes click-clacking with her ridiculous heels on out the door. 

Once outside she caught sight of the tall, muscular Russian. He didn't look like someone anyone would like to pick a fight with. Not even a guy Fay would like to fight. Then again, if she could avoid every fight, she would. Not to mention, while Fay was coming out to check on Thomas' health (he was a solid drinking partner), the beep of his phone also interested her. A quick snatch of his cellphone could be nice. The item could sell for a few dollars. Good money. Two problems being Dmitri standing there, and Yvette also watching over him. Fay kneeled down with Yvette. "Do you know what you're doing? If you don't, say so right now and I can take over from here! I'm having an ambulance called because let's be real here guys, he def needs to get to the hospital."

Fay paused for a second. Looking at Thomas who was bleeding out. "Gauze, anti-septic wipes, anti-biotic, use the goddamn gloves or risk infecting him, and hurry up and use that mother fucking adhesive tape. If you don't hurry up, I will!"