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Faith's not certain what Kitty's plans for Edmund entail, but the phrase Won't be back for a while probably means it's gonna be good fun for both of them.

Never one to stand in the way of romance or intercourse, she has agreed to take Ed's bartending shift for the night.

Which is why she's behind the bar, clad in a very short red leather miniskirt and matching (backless) halter top, nervous and trying to hide it.

The specials board reads as follows:

Pyro

Nitro

Mad Bomber

Absent Friend

Non-alcoholic Special: Hot chocolate

What'll it be?

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"Ah, indeed. Well, it is good of you to do so and put up with us poor lugs. Your skill at drink-making is a sight to see."

Faith grins.

"Plus I look hot in leather."

Hank takes a long slow look.

"Indeed, I think that is a statement that cannot be argued with by any sane person and definitely not by myself."

He sips his drink and grins.

Faith laughs, delighted, and twirls.

"Thank you, thank you."

Hank blinks a few times at the display of (very) sexy flesh, then finishes his drink and eyes the list once more.

"You're very welcome. One mad Bomber please?"

Hank is working his way through slowly.

Faith grins as she serves him. "Gonna try everything, huh?"

"Might as well. Someone has to put you through your paces."

Hank's eyes glint to show he is kidding. He glances around as he sips th drink.

"Seems as though you have attracted a bit of a group."

"It's the bending over."

Hank chokes on his drink and coughs for a moment of two, his eyes watering. When he gets his breath back, he laughs. He then fixes Faith with a gimlet eye.

"That was an evil trick, Slayer. I am half-tempted not to give you your present."

"...is my present at all related to the bending over? 'Cause I'm not saying no, but, not in the middle of the bar."

Hank blinks. And blinks again. And then blushesssss a bright purple.

His jaw is open slightly for a moment, then snaps shut.

"No!. er... i mean, that wasnt what i was saying... er."

Hank gets ahold of his mouth and his brain and shakes his head.

"As pleasant as such a thought would be, Faith, adn believe me, it would be, I was referring to this."

He places a small, about thirteen inch package on the bar, wrapped in what looks like rose colored paper.

"Oooh!"

Faith leans over the bar and plants a loud, smacking kiss on Hank's mouth.

"Thanks!"

Hank's ears stand straight up and he blinks and then smiles a true smile like none she has seen out of him.

"Now that, dear lady was a kiss."

Should she open the package she will discover a adamant leg-dagger, balanced for throwing carved with runes in latin that say simply "Faith".

Hank eyes her and smiles.

Faith sees.

And admires.

And then gets on her toes and kisses him again, rather more seriously.

"No, that was a kiss. Thank you, it's gorgeous."

Hank kisses her back and then grins.

"You are most welcome. You do us all a service here and more, you are a beautiful woman. This blade belongs with such a woman."

Faith grins and hooks her left leg over her shoulder, standing on the other leg and strapping the knife on.

Mmm, bendy.

Hank blinks. He didnt think anyone else but him could do that. he admires the revealed flesh and the rippling muscle. A low purring sound may come our of him.

"Very... atheletic. I think I will have the Pyro now."

Faith winks at him as she serves the drink.

"You oughta see me fight."

There is a definite purr to his voice now.

"Indeed. It would be my most definite pleasure to see you fight, Faith. Your muscle, beauty, and flair would amke for a most... intriguing advent."

Hank again looks her up and down and then sips the drink.

"I am sure you always get your man."

Faith chuckles.

"Usually. Not always."

"I am sure we all lose one occassionally."

Hank's expression flashes through dark to light again. He smiles at her and shakes his head as he drinks.

"You are not one who many would willingly run from... save to prolong the chase."

Faith laughs, pleased.

"Flatterer."

"Only with the truth, Faith. Only with the truth."

There is still a slight purr to his voice and even when he isnt speaking, very softly it sounds. he smiles and finishes his drink.

"Now that those are done, how about a straight up Bushmills whiskey?"

Faith laughs and pours two, one for him and one for her.

"My kinda man," she says, with a wink.

Hank smiles, his catseyes glinting. His current body has a massive alcohol tolerance. Talking with and drinking with a woman this intelligent, beautiful and a warrior to boot was a rare pleasure. He sipped the drink and then gulped it and placed the glass back on the Bar.

"Another, please, Faith."

Those last words trip past his tongue softly as he catches her eyes.