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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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[slayer_fray]

Fray'll have one of those poptarts, please...

Or, she steals one, takes a bite and pulls a face.

Whatever.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

They're the frosted fudge kind, of course. Mm, chocolate. "What's the matter? Don't have them anymore in the future?" Faith pauses. "Ohgod, you don't, do you?"

[slayer_fray]

"Not that I've ever seen," she says. "Why would someone do this to perfectly innocent chocolate?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"So you can warm it and have it hot," Faith says, shrugging. "try the sausage if you don't like the Pop-tarts." She swipes the one Fray just took a bite of and finishes it off. "What's up?"

[slayer_fray]

"Nah, I'll get my own, I think," she says graciously. "Hey, Bar, can I have some waffles, please?" A plate appears for her.

"Nothin's up, just thought I'd say hi. How's things with you?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Eh. Finished writing down my dreams. Planning to take a friend to Connor's world 'cause in hers we used Earth up ages ago and she's never seen it." Faith shrugs. "The usual."

[slayer_fray]

"This the girl from seventy-something?" Mel asks, before taking a mouthful of waffle.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Kaylee. I'm not sure of the exact year. Way in the frigging future, I know that." Faith shrugs. "She's cool."

[slayer_fray]

She shakes her head, "Nah, girl I met was called Starbuck. From way way in the future when most of humanity's been wiped out by killer robots.

"At least it wasn't demons."

[balletrat]

*Meg says,* Yo.

*Yes, actually she does. Xander taught it to her and she quite likes it.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yo," Faith returns, before she realizes who she's talking to. "...where'd you pick that up, Twinkletoes?"

[balletrat]

Xander taught me, *Meg says cheerfully.* Before he freaked out about -

Er. Anyways. How're you, Faith?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"You freaked him out too? I told him Anya was here, haven't seen him since."

Faith sighs. "Eh. Been worse...not by much."

[balletrat]

Oh. *Meg winces.* Sounds wonderful.

Yeah, I freaked him out by telling him the devil was in the bar. He wasn't too thrilled. Poor guy.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"...yeah, that would do it. Poor Xander." Faith sighs. "What a crappy week."

[balletrat]

*Meg decides not to mention the rest of what freaked him out, although her hand goes to her (perfectly healed) wrist.*

What else has happened?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is silent for a moment, and then, quietly, "Do you know Charlie Pace?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti likes talking to new people, from time to time.

"Hello," he says to the young woman he doesn't know. He grins brightly, and adds, "That looks like a very interesting sort of breakfast."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Hello to you too." Faith looks up at him, returning the grin. "Is 'interesting' an attempt at diplomattically asking me what the heck I'm eating?"

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"It looks like a very fascinating combination," Asar-Suti answers, trying to be tactful.

Unfortunately, he's not good at tactful. Some people claim he's complete rubbish at tactful.

"What's the stuff in the tin; it smells odd?" he adds, meaning the Red Bull.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith snickers. "You can say it looks awful, I'm hard to offend," she says cheerfully. "And the stuff in the tin is called Red Bull. It's a drink, gives you energy."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Well, let's settle for 'it looks like something I would never eat in that combination', how about that?" Asar-Suti concedes, grinning. "But I was under the impression that all food is meant to give you energy? You know, that's what having a metabolism is all about."

Asar-Suti shrugs; he doesn't exactly have one.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but this gives you more energy than most kinds," Faith says, tapping the can. "Like coffee or tea, kinda."

She sticks her hand out for him to shake, grinning. "Hi. I'm Faith."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti takes her hand and shakes it with a surprised expression on his face. "Oh, so you are Faith! I've talked to many people who know you, recently. It's great to finally meet you in person. I'm Asar-Suti, and I'm a god of magic; I used to be evil, but then I came here."

He eyes the Red Bull again. "I'd rather have coffee, to be honest - why does it have to smell so evil?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"It's nice to meet you too," Faith says, eyeing him. "Who've you talked to about me, then?"

She snorts, picking up the can and draining it. "Probably 'cause it is a little evil," she says, shrugging. "Not evil enough to stop me drinking it, though."