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Faith comes into the bar from upstairs, obviously just out of the shower - all the blood is gone, and her hair is still wet, clinging to her shoulders.

Her expression is completely unreadable as she moves to the bar and acquires two things - coffee, and a room key - before moving to a table.

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Faith laughs some more and taps her fist against his.

"Yeah, rock on, me."

Then she throws her arms around Andrew's neck, hugging him.

[stilljustandrew]

*That was a bit ... unexpected.*

*Andrew hugs her back.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith clings for a minute, then releases him, looking embarassed.

"Sorry."

[stilljustandrew]

*He pats at her back awkwardly.*

'Sokay.

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Faith's expression is decidedly sheepish.

"Promise not to have a girly-fit on you."

[stilljustandrew]

*dryly* Perish forbid.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"If you ever see me doing another woman's nails, call for an exorcism."

[stilljustandrew]

*He considers that.*

What if you're sharpening them for combat use?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's different, obviously. It's when you seen nail polish you have to worry."

[stilljustandrew]

Nail polish equals exorcism. Check.

*He nods firmly, and isn't grinning. At all. Really.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Nail polish, hair curlers, or any movie Molly Ringwald ever made."

Faith is. Grinning. Rather a lot.

Andrew has that effect on her.