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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Faith jogs into the bar from the back door, having been out for a run. She may be stuck here, for the time being, but she's not going to let herself get out of the habit of exercise. She is sweating slightly, and out of breath, but she's smiling. She's the Slayer. Exercise is good. Not as good as violence or sex, but still pretty good. She stops at the bar, stretching to avoid getting a cramp, and orders a bottle of water, draining it practically in one gulp as she continues to stretch, oblivious to the rather public spectacle she's making of herself. Lots of people go jogging in sports bras, right?*

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[mnt_raph]

*Raph just watches the proceedings with the look of detatchment only a hangover can inspire*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*glances over at Raph, eyebrows raised* Take a picture, it'll last longer. *stretches again, backward this time, very deliberately. It's been a while since she got to mess with a cute guy. This bar's pretty cool.*

[mnt_raph]

Gonna throw out your back that way, you know.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Nah. I do this all the time. *winks* I'm flexible. Very flexible.

[mnt_raph]

You realize after a comment like that, anythin' I say is gonna sound like a come on...right?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*smirk* Why do you think I said it? *holds out her hand, still smirking* Name's Faith.

[mnt_raph]

*He smirks, and accepts her hand*
Direct. Nice.
Raph.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*shakes his hand, then releases it* Eh, life's too short to mince words or play that "Does he like me, should I go for it" crap. *shrugs, leans back against the bar* I don't see the point.

[mnt_raph]

Preachin' to the converted there.
So what's your story then? Abridged version.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Stares at Faith, jaw agape, entranced. Quickly he refocuses shaking his head. Whoa.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*catches Tim's eyes, grins, licks her lips and winks at him*

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*blushes furiously, and waves*

Er, hi.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*waves back, smirking* Hey, cutie.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Blinks, and turns a perfect shade of scarlet.*

Erm. ah...Welcome to Milliways?

*Falling back on old stand bys while his brain stops functioning at a beautiful girl calling him cute.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*tries not to laugh at the blush* Hey, thanks. It's a pretty cool place you've got here.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Glances around.*

You like it? Enh, we keep working on making it a better spot.

*offers a hand, calming somewhat.*

There are those that would call me... Tim. i'm with bar security.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*takes his hand, shaking and trying not to squeeze too hard* I'm Faith. I'm...well, at the moment, I'm not with anything. *makes face* The bar won't let me leave.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd stands at the bar, nursing what looks to be a glass of orange juice. He flashes an easy, bedimpled smile in her direction, leaning casually on the bar.

"Hi. Were you running? Terrific exercise."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*looks him up and down, smirking. 100% USDA Prime cut beefcake. Oh yeah, there's way worse places for a girl to get stuck.* Hey. Yeah, I like to get in about ten miles a day, when I can. Important to keep in shape, y'know.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd nods, sweeping blond hair out of his eyes. His stance is cool and confident, so if he's bothered by being freely checked out, he sure ain't showing it. "Good for you. Being in shape's really important - not to mention it just feels good." His grin shines out again and he extends a hand. "I'm Todd. Nice to meet you."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

*Smirks a little.* Yeah, well, that's part of it. But in my line of work, if you get out of shape you don't last long.

*takes the hand, a bit startled by the grin - but then, she lived in California for a while, so whatever.* Yeah, you too. I'm Faith.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Meet California: Personified! Todd gives the hand a good shake, but it's probably not the kind he'd give a guy, either. "Faith. Is that something else you need in your line of work?" He returns the smirk, sipping on his oh-jay once he takes his hand back.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Yeeeah, though not so much the religious kind. More like faith in yourself and your ability to...well, to kick some ass.

[toddbaby.livejournal.com]

Todd's grin comes roaring back, and he chuckles a little. "Really? Sounds fun. Whaddya do?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

I'm a Slayer. The place I came from...there's all sorts of evil stuff running around. My job is to kill the bad things.