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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar, on the piano. Jazz tonight. At the moment, 'God Bless The Child,' and she's singing along.

Her Security Badge is clipped to her shirt, and her hair is braided again.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow smiles at the music and approaches the piano, quietly enjoying the music*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

'They Can't Take That Away From Me' now, and Faith waves at Snow as she catches her eye, smiling faintly.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow makes eye contact and returns the smile, then waits for the song to end before speaking*

Evening, Faith. How have you been?

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Alright. Busy. You?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Not bad. Took the kids to New Orleans for the weekend, they had a good time -- Wade enjoyed being able to spend time with another child who could fly. Bigby's feeling much better and even made it to the bar last week.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"That's good. I'm glad he's healing up, it's weird not seeing him around."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

It was even weirder seeing him like that . . . I managed to convince him to actually see a healer if it happens again.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Must have been bad," Faith says, wryly. "I can't imagine him admitting he needs it."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Even if he's just woken from a month-long near-coma, he'll deny it.

[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

Jessica sidles up to the piano and speaks during a break in the song. "Mind if I sing along?" She smiles. "I love a good tune."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Good god, the woman makes Isabel look like a twelve-year-old boy.

Faith nods, smiling back and making an effort to look the other woman in the eye. "Sure, feel free."

[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

She joins in on the next chorus, her voice low and flawlessly smooth.

"They don't play like that in the club so much anymore," she says when the song is over. "Not when I'm singing. It's a beautiful song..."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yes it is," Faith agrees, absently playing scales. "You like Jazz?"

Scales turns into Makin' Whoopee. Faith's not the singer Jessica is, but she does alright.

[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

"I'm a singer," she says. "Or... I'd like to be a singer, big time and all that. Jazz? Jazz is wonderful. I'd settle for anything to get out of dodgy saloon work, of course... but they do let me sing some of the greats, old and new."

She listens to the music. "You're very good, too. Are you a performer?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Nah, my work is...well, I'm a soldier of sorts, and Security here," Faith says, shrugging. "This is just something I do."

[drawn-thatway.livejournal.com]

"I see. Pay any good?" Not that she could be a security agent... but this place just might have something for her that's above dodgy saloon singing and two-bit whore games.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"It's good enough for me," Faith says with a shrug. "There's a lot of professional musicians who come here...play weddings and stuff..."

[firstmarauder.livejournal.com]

Sirius, an unopened bottle of absinthe in his hand, leans on the piano. It vibrates rather nicely.

He waits until her song is done, watching her fingers move across the keyboard. Then he speaks.

"Nice badge. Wanna fuck?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith glances over at him with a smirk.

"Nice booze. Sure."

[firstmarauder.livejournal.com]

Sirius winks. "It smooths the process along. Or so I've heard. Are you on duty, or just overly proud of your shiny badge?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith laughs.

"Somewhere inbetween. I'm not on duty, but it's useful for people to be able to identify Security if it's needed."

[firstmarauder.livejournal.com]

"Well, in that case, I could perpetrate a crime, as long as you agreed to arrest me in that booth over there."

He gestures with the bottle at a shadowy booth. "We could commit beautiful indecent exposure together. Or decent exposure, if you enjoyed last night's parting gift. No ring tonight," he adds, wiggling his free hand.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I definitely enjoyed the parting gift. There may still be marks from my nails in the wood."

Faith stands up, grinning, and slips an arm around his waist. "So did you at least get to save a life after leaving me all alone with my unfulfilled desires?"

[firstmarauder.livejournal.com]

"Well, I helped save a toe," Sirius says, leading her to the table. With a wave of his hand, there are two absinthe glasses, a decanter of water, and a bowl of sugar cubes on the table. "But I could say it was a life. I mean, he might have died. You never know."

He pulls her into the booth with him, rather more smoothly than last night. "As for unfulfilled desires...imagine how I felt."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Toes are very important. Infections could set in, gangrene, all sorts of bad stuff."

She leans over, kissing his cheek - and flicks his earlobe with her tongue.

"You done good."