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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

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?

Comments

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith looks him up and down.

"...ID?"

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

"I, uh. Left it in my other swim trunks?"

He laughs half heartedly.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith looks down at Bar, stroking the wood.

"Whaddya say, love?"

Silence.

Faith looks up at him, with a shrug.

"Milk and cookies?"

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

Henry glares at the bar -- not the tender, she's just doing her job. He pulls out a cigarette and inhales, closing his eyes.

"I think a coke'll do just fine."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith serves him.

"Sorry. Up to me, I'd probably let you. God knows I was drinking way before I was legal."

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? What's your poison? And can I buy you one?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Jack Daniels. And you can't, but I don't have a tab, so don't worry about it."

Bar gives Faith a drink, and she raises it at him. "Thanks for the thought."

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

Henry raises his own glass of soda and clinks it with her glass of liquor.

"Good times to come."

He swallows the coca-cola, pretending there was rum in it.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"We can only hope," Faith agrees, and downs her Jack.

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

"So what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Tending bar, at the moment, obviously. Usually I'm security though."

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

"And do you have a name? Or are you just security chick?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Faith. Lehane."

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

"Right on. I'm Henry Dean. Like James, only cooler."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's first, immediate urge is to ask 'related to Eddie?'

She squelches it.

"Pleasure to meet you, Henry Dean, like James but cooler."

[losthewar.livejournal.com]

He takes another sip and moves on to the next logical question. Logical to him, anyway.

"You dead?"

[ooc: passing out now. slowtime?]

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Nope. You?"

(OOC: Sure. *hugs* Night! Thanks!)