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Connor comes into the bar from the lake door, sword tucked behind his arm. He wanders over to the bar and places the sword on it gently, asking her to hold it for him like every morning, and orders coffee as he takes a seat at the bar, peering around at whomever happens to be around.

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*Tim tips his rather large hat.*

Evening Connor

He quirks an eyebrow.

"Evening hat-who-swallowed-a-Tim. What the hell?"

Faith's around. Also at the bar, with coffee.

If he's interested.

What? No! Not Faith! Anyone but her.....

He's immortal, not stupid...

"Having fun?" he asks, sipping his coffee.

"Much as I can, fully dressed," she replies, because, well, she's Faith. "You?"

He grins.

"Something like that."

"Nick was in. Gave me chocolate. Did you know it's a holiday? Apparently somebody died and for some reason it's a big deal, or something."

He laughs. "Yes, in Christianity, it's referred to as Easter. Perhaps on your planet they don't have that." It's snark; it's Connor. He's amused, really.

"Wait...wait, yeah, I think I've heard about that," Faith says, tapping her chin. "Somebody walked around in a giant bunny suit performing miracles and laying eggs, right?"

"That in one of those books you were reading? One of those Watchers keeping tabs? Because they've captured it perfectly."

"I think one of my predecessors tried to Slay him," Faith says. "'Cause...bunny suit."

Beat.

"Of course, in my world Santa Claus is a demon who disembowels children, so."

"Anything's possible."

Coffee.

"Demon, huh? I think Bob told me Santa's a powerful faerie in his world."

"Yup. Demon. Most things are in my world though."

Coffee.

"Who's Bob?"

"Bob. Usually he's in skull form. He's..." Connor points to a random location in the middle of the bar ~~that the mun isn't linking to b/c it doesn't really exists, but Bob's really still there~~ "right there. Sometimes he comes in in a cat. Nice guy... well, whatever. Kinda snarky."

"Interesting." Faith eyes the skull for a minute, then turns back to Connor. "You have strange friends. And coming from me, that's saying a lot."

"Hey, everyone should know a snarky spirit in a skull. You never know when it'll come in handy."

"Sure. Good to have low friends in high places."

He chuckles. "Something like that."

She moves closer, putting her hand on his thigh. "I haven't made you giggle yet. Have to work on that."

"Still stuck on that one are we?" One corner of his mouth quirks up.

"Well, I like the image." Faith shrugs. "Good to have goals, y'know."

"S'pose it is." He grins.

She grins back. "And I have...quite a few goals involving you, actually."

He looks up at her. "I should probably be scared by that, shouldn't I?"

"No, no. Not at all." She leans over close to his ear. "Most of them involve sex in some way...happy times for everybody concerned, I promise."

This, punctuated by a quick nip of the earlobe.