Misery Loves Company - Tumblr Posts

Bruce frowned, squinting at her before he bent to rummage around in his torn pants for his glasses. Once he shoved them on, he closed the space between himself and Andie.

"Don't make my decisions for me," Bruce said. "And, Andie, that's not what I meant. Andie... I-I meant, why did you tell him? Why didn't you tell me?"

SPIT IT OUT!

"I’m not guilty!"

Faye's stomach was twisted in knots. This was, rather unfortunately, a very familiar feeling because she'd experienced it easily dozens of times since being revived. Whether it was from being hung over or eating dog food, expired rations, mildly poisonous berries, or bad meat like today... She'd certainly put her body through some shit in attempt to satisfy hunger pangs.

Spike had zero sympathy for her, but he seldom did when she brought things on herself like this.

"I told you that meat was questionable," Spike told her through the door.

"Ughhh next time slap it out of my hand then," She moaned. An acidic burp warned her that she was about to be violently ill again. "Why am I the only one puking?"

"Ed has an iron stomach, I think. Even Ein didn't wanna touch that. Next time just take your cue from him," Spike chuckled.

"Go away if you're just gonna-" She interrupted herself to throw up.

"Well, I was gonna say..." Spike spoke louder to be heard over the noise of her vomiting. "After you ignored my warning, Jet decided he couldn't let you girls show him up. He's in the other bathroom with pretzel guts too." A pause. Faye chuckled weakly from within the confines of the stink stall. "Yeah, figured you'd appreciate knowing that - misery loves company, after all."