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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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"Whiskey and soda if you please, Miss...?" An eyebrow arches inquisitively. He sounds English, but he certainly looks Egyptian. This is only emphasized by the white shirt and tan trousers he wears.

It's quite possible he knows it has that effect. And does it on purpose.

"Faith," she says, and serves him. "Faith Lehane, Temporary Bartender, Usually Security, at your service."

Security - so yes, she does know how to use those muscles she persists in showing off (though evidently not to the same purpose as the ladies of the Red Blind district).
Ramses nods his head slightly as he takes his drink.
"Ramses Emerson at yours, Miss Lehane."

Faith's impulse is to ask if he's the guy they named the condoms after.

She resists.

"Pleasure."

This is good, because he wouldn't have the foggiest idea of what she was talking about.

And he isn't.

"So how does a girl like yourself end up on Security in a bar like this?" He asks mildly, sipping his drink.

"She hunts and kills demons and vamps in her world. And in my case spars the head of Security."

In a cheerleading outfit. Stupid Halloween.

He pauses to mull that over.

Well, why not? He was, after all, almost the God of the Dead a few weeks ago. This place seems to hold a monopoly on the odd and unnatural.

He refuses to ponder on why he's here, if this is the case.

"Charming occupation. I take it such things are commonplace where you're from?"

Faith nods.

"Ohyeah. All over the place. Like cockroaches. 'Occupation' implies a paycheck, however, which I didn't get. It was more of a Calling."

"A noble state of being?"

He really didn't mean that as snobbishly as it came out. He just hears that sort of thing from all the wrong sort of people.

The officious sort of people that really, really get on his nerves.

It's difficult to annoy Ramses.

"Not...noble, exactly. More like, a higher power pointed at me and said 'Hey, you? See the vamps? You get to kill them. Oh, here, have some powers so you won't die in an embarassing way.'"

"Powers?" A raised eyebrow at that, but it's a curious eyebrow, not a skeptical one.

This place is, after all, the home of the not normal.

He still refuses to think about how that applies to him. Stubborn boy.

"Yep." Faith nods. "Try to keep the balance between good and evil intact."

Ramses very firmly does not roll his eyes.

He thinks it though. Good God, not another one.

"How very good of you." Ramses is, perhaps, not entirely fond of those who think in terms of destiny and powers of good and evil.

Don't judge him too harshly - generally the ones using those sorts of terms are not nice people to know, and aren't any sort of almighty sorts anyway.

"Not me," Faith says. "The Powers. I just...kill things that eat people."

"Generally a good aim, yes. Assuming you kill them before they eat the people." Ramses? Does not know what he's doing in this conversation. It's a bit out of his experience.

"That's the goal, yeah," Faith says. "I mean, I can't be everywhere, but...yeah."

"Is that what you do here, for your Security duties?" There, Ramses feels like he's on a bit firmer ground. Just a bit.

"Nah, I'm not allowed to Slay here."

"... So the vampires and what have you are free to roam?"

This does not sound like any sort of a good plan to Ramses.

Faith nods.

"Yup, until they get killed."

"... I suppose I could get garlic from the Bar?" He's thinking of Nefret, and how she persists in going up to strangers who give off 'I'm dangerous' vibes.

"Ah, the ones here? They don't feed off humans."

"As you say." Ramses does not sound terribly convinced, but he does not press the subject. Instead, he seems content to sip his drink in silence.

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