A: That motel was a dump. The bathroom was just disgusting, and there was no cleaning staff to speak of. The place wreaked.
Q: What happened the first night?
A: I made her sleep on the floor.

"You're such a little princess." The Slayer spat as she threw a pillow and a blanket on the dingy brown carpet.

"I have back problems." Cordelia replied airily, "Besides, I don't want to be here. The least you can do is let me have the bed."

"As if *I* want you here?" Faith snorted, "Right."

"Just shut up and go to sleep, OK? And..." Cordelia's voice took on that rare note of vulnerability, "Keep an eye out?"

Faith smiled in the dark, "No problem, C."

"And don't call me C."

Tape 1
Faith
Interview 02a

A: She was such a little bitch. The whole night, she complained about a goddamn spring in her back.
Q: But?
A: But I felt bad for her, even if she was being a little snot. It was scary for her, you know, and I felt bad.
Q: But at this point--
A: I still thought she was a bitch, and I couldn't stand her.

*Cordelia's not a morning person.* Faith thought to herself *One thing we have in common*. But God did she have a lot of makeup. Faith was shocked at the legions of lipstick and blush and concealor that now took over her bathroom. *She looked _fine_ when she woke up, and she needs all this shit for...?*

"Are you *ever* coming out?"

"I'm almost finished!" Came the whiny reply, "I can't find my mascara."

Faith half-sighed half-growled and yanked the door open, "Cordelia, I'm trying to be nice-Slayer here, but FUCK your mascara, OK? Let's. Go."

Cordelia let her eyeliner clatter into the sink and stepped out of the bathroom, watching as Faith stomped inside, slamming the door. She counted to five, then went to her bag by the door, fishing in the pocket until she came up with the tiny orange bottle.

Tape 1
Faith
Interview 02a

Q: You caught her popping pills?
A: Yeah.
Q: What did you do?
A: Nothing, I pretended not to see.
Q: Why?
A: Well...by then I figured, it was none of my business. I still felt weird though. My mom...Well. Anyway.

"How long have you been standing there?" Cordelia demanded, shoving the bottle back in her bag.

Faith rolled her eyes, "Chill, C. I just got out."

Cordelia glared at her, then said softly, "Stop calling me C."

"Whatever. We have to stop in with Watcherman before homeroom, so."

"Yeah. Do you even *go* to homeroom, though?"

"Nope."

"Huh."

Faith rolled her eyes again and shoved the other girl out the door, glancing at the pocket of the bag by the door before shutting it behind them.