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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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He turns a bit pink before nodding.

"C-certainly."

Faith grins and winks at him.

"Thought you might, cutie that you are."

He winces and gives Faith a Look.

"I'm not cute."

"Yes you are," Faith says, firmly. "I know cute, and you're very cute."

He narrows his eyes and gives her another Look.

"I am not. cute."

Faith isn't impressed.

"Garion? You're gorgeous. Deal with it."

He rolls his eyes and huffs.

"But not cute. I'm only cute when I'm a bunny and that's entirely voluntary."

Faith snorts.

"Sorry. 'Cute' means 'good-looking', in my world."

He sighs...and then he realizes what Faith's been saying.

*I was wondering when you were going to figure that out.*

He turns pink and ducks.

Faith giggles.

A hand with one finger extended tips over the counter of the bar to waggle at her. It's not the middle finger, as that gesture has no meaning, but the pointer.

"Why me?"

"Because you're lickable."

The hand slips away with a strangled noise from the other side of the counter.

Faith snickers softly.

"Sorry."

No she isn't.

A tiny princess pats his back and grins at Faith.

"Did you try to drink the Scotch again, Garion?"

He looks at her sourly.

"No, of course not. That was a...special circumstance, you know."

He looks to his wife carefully.

"Could you tell her I'm not......................lickable?"

Faith grins back at her.

"I was just telling him he's gorgeous. I think I broke him."

The Imperial Princess arches a delicate eyebrow.

"Whyever should I tell her such a thing, dearest? I have enjoyed licking you many times myself."

Her eyes twinkle at Faith. She's having way too much fun already.

Another strangled cry that's almost the plainative whine of a wolf.

Faith grins.

"See, Garion? You're outnumbered. And it sounds like she knows from experience."

Ce'Nedra nods sagely, and then pats Garion's back again.

"Oh dear, that sounds terrible. Perhaps you should go lie down while I make some of Lady Polgara's throat elixir for you. I've been practicing."

He looks up at Ce'Nedra.

"I'm fine." he practically growls, "And I'd rather not take some of that elixir. You've gotten the 'tastes horrible' part down pat, but not the rest. You almost killed that plant I brought into our room with your last attempt."

Faith raises her eyebrows and moves to serve somebody else.

Domestic squabbles. Bad.

Ce'Nedra blushes hotly in embarrassment. Garion was just so STUPID sometimes she couldn't bare it. Yes, she had teased him a little, but that was nothing out of the ordinary, and she had even found a tactful way to change the subject for him and he had responded with abject cruelty. It simply was not to be born!

Her eyes begin to tear up and her lip starts to tremble before she reaches back and slaps Garion across the face. She manages to dash out the back door and slam it behind her before the sobbing starts.

He blinks for just a moment before sighing tiredly, giving Faith an apologetic look, and chasing after her. He catches her a moment later, grabbing her arm and pulling her back around as gently as he can.

"Ce'Nedra, what was--you hit me! Why did you..."

And then he shut up because he had a feeling anything else he said would get him in even more trouble.