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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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[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.