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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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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.

Faith serves, with a grin.

She has a massive alcohol tolerance too.

Hank grins over the glass to her.

"That is a truly remarkable outfit, Faith. And it looks very nice on you. My compliments."

Faith looks down at herself, grinning.

"Thanks. I like it too."

"What's in it isn't even remotely bad either."

Hank finishes his drink and lays the glas down.

"Another please."

Faith pours another, then puts the bottle down.

"Slayer has to be in good shape."

"Indeed. The you meet the requirements very well indeed."

Hank smiles sipping.

"It is good to see you smile."

"I try to."

Faith may be a bit pink.

"A face that could stop a heart/a body like heaven incarnate/a soul like a dreamer/with the heart of a warrior-queen/she walks amongst us mortals/showing her smile to lift us up/with skin that makes silk look rough/and a kiss like ambrosia in a cup/dealing with the baddies is her game/and she does it well/Faith is her well-deserved name/and she's got my eyes under her spell."

Hank's quiet little chant is spoken entirely with eyes glinting and locked on hers and then he drops them and slugs back the drink.

"Scotch, neat, please."

Faith is scarlet as she serves the drink.

Hank laughs, then catches her ahnd as she places the drink and places one kiss on it.

"My thanks for the drink and my apologies for embarassing you."

His voice is now a low purr itself.

"Welcome. 'S OK."

Faith is still blushing.

Hank grins and drinks slowly, savoring the drink.

"So what is your favorite drink, Faith?"

His voice is still in that low-rumbling purr.

"Jack Daniels. Neat."