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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.

[identity profile] lord-of-dreams.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Faith."

He is simply there, standing next to the table she is approaching.
stilljustandrew: (tired)

[personal profile] stilljustandrew 2005-08-15 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hey.

*There's an Andrew next to her table.*

[identity profile] theprettiestone.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey."

Alex's voice is soft as he sits down beside her.

"You okay, dearheart?"