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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]

"OK. And...you're gonna have to?"

[balletrat]

My mother got me a place in this tour, *Meg explains.*

Six weeks, six countries, lots of travelling.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith makes a face.

"At least it's work?"

[balletrat]

Yeah - and if I do well, I get a much better job, *Meg says, perking up,* and it will be cool to see all the other places -

It's just, I dunno, long. *She grins.* This place's been spoiling me.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"It does that." Faith grins back. "I'd offer to come with you, but, you know. My job."

[balletrat]

We're not likely to run into too many demons on the way, *Meg agrees, with a grin.* And if they pay their admission fees, they're welcome to come sit in the audience like everyone else. But merci, anyways.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Well, I meant, my job here." Faith shrugs. "Anyway, try to have fun, and when you get back I'll put on a tutu and embarass myself for your amusement."

[balletrat]

*Meg grins.*

Now that promise I'm holding you to.