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*Faith is in the bar, ready to do her Security Staff duty at a moment's notice. Her Mun is looking forward to the violence.*

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"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?"

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