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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Enter Faith, through the front doors.

Alone, tan, her hair grown out to her backside, looking not at all surprised to find the bar instead of...wherever she's coming from.

Outside there's sand, and palm trees, and beyond that, ocean as far as the eye can see.

Vacation's over. Time to get back to work.

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[macleod_connor]

He's sitting at the bar, drinking a Scotch like always. He's not angry - he couldn't be; he's just - Connor.

He sees her come in and when she walks by, he just raises an eyebrow in greeting. She's a slayer, she'll catch it. He's just saying 'hi'. He understands, probably better than she does; he's been around a while; knows how short life is and would never want someone to be 'tied down' if they didn't want to be.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

She smiles, slightly, as she walks past him, nodding slightly on her way to the bar.

Mm. coffee. Coffee is your friend.

[macleod_connor]

She gets a half-smile in return and a shake of his head, because he still doesn't understand how she drinks that stuff she calls 'coffee'.


Of course, it also could be, he's avoiding talking to the bleached, white human skull with glowing orange eyelights that's sitting on the bar directly behind him.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Her coffee isn't always sludge.

This time, yes, but not always.

She's also got a book on interior design, oddly enough, which she eyes with trepadation.

"...Nick. Nick will know."

[bob_the_skull]

Bob can see sort of around Connor - because he moved.

"Ooh hoo hoo - who's the babe? Need decorating tips? I can help you out."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Forgotten me, Bob? I'm offended. Deeply."

Faith looks up at the skull with a smirk.

[bob_the_skull]

"Oh, it's you... sorry, Babe, can't see through this brute's arm here."

Bob scoots the skull over - it probably sounds really strange.

"Could see the book, but not you - how weird is that."

He could be glaring at Connor.