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milliways_bar2006-06-26 12:08 pm
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Faith comes into the bar in high spirits, dressed casually - she's been training - but still wearing that somewhat ridiculous circlet in her hair. It comes off as soon as she's in the bar, and she goes up to Bar to get a cup of coffee.
This procured, she goes over to read the notice board, and sees Kaylee's note.
The coffee cup drops from suddenly-nerveless fingers, and Faith, staring in pale, wide-eyed horror, doesn't even notice the waitrats that scamper to clean up the mess.
River and Simon. Taken. Her friends - her good friends - in terrible danger.
The horror gives way, slowly, to the cold, killing fury of a very angry Slayer, and she turns on her heel and stalks over to Bar, acquiring paper and pen and writing a very brief note, which will be delivered to whichever member of Serenity's crew happens to come into the bar next.
If I can help, I will. - Faith
Then she gets another drink - whiskey this time - and stalks over to a table with a carefully blank expression on her face.
This procured, she goes over to read the notice board, and sees Kaylee's note.
The coffee cup drops from suddenly-nerveless fingers, and Faith, staring in pale, wide-eyed horror, doesn't even notice the waitrats that scamper to clean up the mess.
River and Simon. Taken. Her friends - her good friends - in terrible danger.
The horror gives way, slowly, to the cold, killing fury of a very angry Slayer, and she turns on her heel and stalks over to Bar, acquiring paper and pen and writing a very brief note, which will be delivered to whichever member of Serenity's crew happens to come into the bar next.
If I can help, I will. - Faith
Then she gets another drink - whiskey this time - and stalks over to a table with a carefully blank expression on her face.
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"Not moving."
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And Max has a lapful of clinging Wife.
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Actually, he is now softly smiling, as well as playing a bit with her hair.
"Lunch?"
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She can't help smiling back, despite everything.
Because it's Max.
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The waitrat frequently seen at Moiraine's table squeaks and heads kitchen-ways.
"Helps to have friends in physically low places."
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Quiet time with the husband is nice.
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