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Slayer inna bar, with coffee and food.

Headphones are in evidence, but no books, this time, Antarian or otherwise.

Conversation welcome.

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[un_fallen]

It's probably not terribly obvious, but there's a patron a few seats over who glances up from his battered file folders every so often to look warily in Faith's direction.

Not terribly obvious to someone who's not Faith, that is.

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Faith is accustomed to being looked at warily.

Usually not by people she's never met before, but hey, maybe he's a vampire?

It's mostly reflex that makes her pull the cross necklace she's wearing out from under her shirt, a reassuring safeguard that all Slayers carry, a safeguard Faith has more reason than most to believe in.

[un_fallen]

And now he's staring. It isn't like demons can't wear them. It's just that he's never seen one pull out a cross for his benefit.

After a moment he realizes what he's doing and looks back at his papers. It's not really any use, though. Concentration's shot.

"Evening," he says finally, nodding to her.

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Faith nods back, and pulls her headphones out.

The music which blares from them, should it matter, is classical tonight.

Possibly entitled 'Air on a G String,' but classical nonetheless.

"Evening."

[un_fallen]

"I just, um. Thought I should tell you that's not really necessary," he says awkwardly, with a pointed glance at her necklace.

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"It is if you're a vampire," Faith says, honestly. "And usually when people look at me like you were, they're a vampire."

[un_fallen]

"Oh," is all he can think to say. "Well. Angel, actually. But I didn't realize that--" He frowns and leans forward unconsciously.

"It's just that I thought there was a demon nearby, but you don't -- you don't seem familiar."

[lvpd_sidle]

CSI sitting nearby, with a notebook and a pensive expression.

Just another night for Sara.

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Sara gets a smile and a little wave from Faith, the next time she happens to look that way.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sara smiles and waves back. And she chances speaking, praying that she won't burst out into song.

"Hey."

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"Hey."

Faith pulls out the headphones. "How's it going?"

[lvpd_sidle]

She opens her mouth to answer.

And then:

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
ooh, ooh ooh
and I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

Facepalm. Profanity.

"That's how it's going."

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Faith......stares.

"....okay, I'll be the first to say I love that song, but...what the fuck, Sara?"

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Now? No headphones.

They seem to have slid off her head of their own volition, and are around her neck.

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Classical music - Rachmaninoff's Adiago Sostenuto - blares from them.

Faith blinks down at them, and then starts to smile faintly and look around for the culprit.

The list of suspects is short, and all the names are people she's always glad to see.

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He's hiding.

-- or maybe he's behind her chair.

Max pokes his head up and rests it on her shoulder.

"Hi."

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The very best person of all, then.

Faith beams.

"Hey, you."

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"Felt like being non-traditional. Also, Zan is giving me a headache."

Max looks momentarily shifty.

"And Trillian had to take medicine for the migraine he was giving her. It's lecture day. I sure hope your handy personal demon doesn't do the same thing."

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"I don't even know it's there," Faith says, and tilts her head to kiss his cheek. "What's the lecture about?"

[supersymmetry]

And there is a Fred! Nearby! Wearing an expression that is rather relieved, if still slightly exhausted from having worried for nearly a week straight.

"Faith, hey!"

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"Fred!" Faith smiles at her. "Hey. Heard back from Wesley yet?"

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"Yes, thank everything that passes for a god in this place." Fred says, pausing to flop rather gracelessly into the nearest chair. She had a feeling that this conversation was going to require sitting down.

"He came back."

...

"Through the door. Which he exited. On purpose."

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Faith...blinks.

And stares.

And blinks some more.

"...oh for the love of little green apples."

[supersymmetry]

"...yeah. That was pretty much my reaction." Fred replies.

"Except there may have been yelling. Just a little."

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"Is he okay? I mean, is he in one piece, so I can hit him without guilt?"