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*Faith turns in surprise, eyebrows going up when she sees who's addressing her* Hey, didn't I throw you out once?

He blinks, quirks his head to the side, and pulls back for a moment. Then he blatantly looks at her chest before distinctly looking her in the eyes.

"All right then, that's who you are then."

He looks somewhat embarrassed.

"No offense, lady. When that stuff's kicking around in my brain, I'm a little one-track, you understand. Not my deal, plates full, thanks, but...uh...wasn't quite sure for a sec."

He holds out a hand.

"I'm Darien, Darien Fawkes...and I'm really sorry about the other night. Not my usual, I promise ya."

*Faith is, no surprise, amused by the ogling.* You had to look at my tits to recognize me?

*She shrugs slightly at the explanation* Hey, no big. 'S like any other drug, right? Just had to get it out of your system.

*She takes his hand, and maybe her shake is a little firmer, a little more blatantly 'Don't think I can't hurt you' than usual, because he has caused trouble before.* I'm Faith. And it had better not be.

Darien points to the back of his head with a grimace.

"I dunno what they told you about things, but I got this gland back here? Lets me go invisible for a certain amount of time, which is all good and dandy except the stuff also drives me insane. Like...woowoobananas-walking-Id-fuck it-kill it-smash it crazy. I'd tell you it was way less fun for me than for you if I thought you'd believe me. I don't like being like that, thanks. No choice."

He stares at the beer again. Maybe he wants to keep it after all. It's interesting to stare at...and he still can't figure out all of the Spanish on the bottle.

"Wouldn'ta happened in the first place if the stupid lights hadn't gone out. Still don't know what the hell happened there, but Kes was upset and I didn't want to leave her like that in the dark, man. I know the dark...it's some scary shit, whatever your parents used to tell you when you were little. Just...happened."

If he looked anymore like a kicked puppy, he'd had a collar around his neck and a bootmark on his forehead.

*Faith's eyes widen at the description of the invisiblity thing* Cool! Well, not the insane bit, but the invisibility...way cool. As for the rest...hey, I wasn't even under the influence of anything when I was out killing people, so...*she shrugs* No big.

And, uh...you don't gotta explain to me about the dark. Trust me.

*She snatches the bottle and takes a sip, but then she gives it back. She has some manners.*

He holds it out to her.

"Nah, lady, I offered it cause I've been staring at it instead of drinking it. I can stare at an empty bottle as well as a full one. You're welcome to it."

He sighs. He stares at the bottle. He sighs and stares at the bar.

"Man, you ever been in a situation that sucks but the only thing that could make it better has the potential of making it much much worse?"

*Faith smirks* Thanks, but I ain't no lady. *she drains the beer, all in one gulp, and puts it down in front of him.* Stare away.

*The question makes her laugh, actually.* Uh, yeah. That's, uh...yeah. Been there, done that.

"Hey, man, you haven't shot at me yet. You're a lady to me."

He grins winningly at her before giving a short sigh.

"Yeah, uh...you got any advice for that then?"

*Faith snorts* I've never shot anybody...stabbed a few though.

Look, I'm the last person you want to be getting advice from, OK? *she laughs, short and mirthless* In my world, I'm, ah...wanted for manslaughter.

"You think I didn't smell the prison time on you from a mile away, lady? I was on my third strike before I got picked up by my brother's project that put this thing in my head. And I was wanted for molesting an elderly person...which is bullshit, really, but hey, got me on AOL."

He smiles at her before sighing deep.

"And you could be a fucking cockerspaniel with a wandering eye, I'd still consider what you said. Cause, dude, I have no idea what to do but wait for something that might not even happen."

*Faith's eyebrows go up into her hair.* Molesting an elderly person? Geeze, and I thought stealing somebody's body and bonking their boyfriend was bad...

*The cocker spaniel image surprises a choked guffaw out of her, but then she's all serious again* Geeze, I don't know. I'm bad at stuff like this. But sometimes you just have to take the chance and hope it works out, you know?

"Only thing is...I took a chance and...well, you saw the results, right?"

[sorry for the wait...my friend's RL exploded and I needed to pick up the pieces]

*Faith pauses, then inclines her head slightly, acknowledging the point.* True. I...I guess I don't know what to tell you. I mean, I don't know anything about...you, really. Except, well, invisible.

"Used to be a theif, now a secret agent for the ghettoest agency the government has to offer. In love with Kes and Bren. Utterly fucked by this thing in my head. Prepared to shove shattered pieces of a Garth Brooks album into a certain Swiss-Deutch asshole."

He shrugs.

"Story of my life."

*Faith raises her eyebrows, assimilating all this, and finally comes up with the only reply any reasonable person could make.*

...which Garth Brooks album?

"That one..." he quirks his head, "the one where he tries to be that other guy and it blows? That one. Poetic justice, I'd say."

*Faith grins* Yeah, sounds like a deserving fate to me.

So...in love with two girls at a time...or are they not both girls? Either way, that's...yeah.

He breathes out deeply.

"Um, one of each, actually. The, uh, the guy one...is, um, kinda new. I mean, guys...prison...stuff, but, um, there's not usually, like...you know what I mean, right?"

*Faith nods* Yeah...yeah. So...very weird, then...

And this...this is awkward. And he's getting kinda tired of awkward. Instead, he puts down a five and smiles at her.

"Drink on me? I...I gotta fly."

A look to his tattoo tells him he DEFINITELY has to fly.

"The little meter rules my life. I'll, uh...see you around?"