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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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"I am certain that your adoring fans will beg an encore regardless."

He smiles over his shoulder at her and shakes his head,

"Is all of your world like you, Jiask? You and the Lady Melaka are so very similar in so many ways."

Faith giggles.

"Oh, I'm a rare breed," she says, leaning over the bar to kiss his cheek. "Trust me."

"It is probably,"

His cheek is hot with the blush. He did his best not to even look at the women at the lake party (and his best is very good indeed) but Faith is harder to ignore.

What we're saying here is Arithon's brain says "Guhhh?"

"a good thing. Were there more like you, we poor males would have no chance. None."

Wait until the next one. Faith's bikini barely counts.

Faith beams. "Aww. That's so sweet."

Arithon, by that point, will have actually seen rather a lot more female flesh than he has to this point in his life.

"Sweet? I think not. Truth is simply truth."

He risks a look up into her eyes,

"You scare me to death, Jiask. Too much of a good thing. Beauty, strength, intelligence."

Ask how afraid of B he is. Really.

"Aww."

Faith beams at him, leaning over the bar to hug him.

"I'm not intelligent at all. But thanks."

He'd hug her, but he's terribly afraid that the only non-naked part of her back is her rear. So he pats her hair awkwardly when she hugs him,

"You only say that to lure me into false ease."

And he kisses her hair gently.

"Nah. I'm dumb as a post, really. But I'm sexy."

"You are very attractive."

Arithon can't say sexy. Not even if his life depended on it. On the other hand, he puts just enough of the feeling of his reaction to her into "attractive" that she can have no doubts about his body reaction. None.

Is it hot in here, or is it just Faith?

Faith grins.

Sexily.

"Yeah, I know."

"I have had no doubt."

He says with a laugh, finishing his drink,

"It is nice to see a woman so comfortable with herself."

Of course, now he's thinking of B again. Expressions that intent should probably be illegal for the sheer intensity of them.

"Always knew I was good-looking. Only thing I had going for me, for a lot of my life."

He does turn, at that, and frowns,

"That is a shame to hear, my friend. Before your demon awoke?"

Faith nods.

"My mother drank. A lot. She died from it, when I was eleven, and I was...alone, on the street, for five years, until I got Called. I was better off, really...she was violent when she was drunk...but it wasn't easy."

He's quiet for a long, long moment.

And then he's half dragging her across the bar to hug her, hard.

Arithon has a thing about abandoned children.

Faith squeaks.

"...I love you too?"

He mutters a string of things in Paravian, half of which sound soothing and the other half almost have to be nasty things about her mother.

"It was a long time ago," Faith says, quietly. "It's...I'm OK now. I have friends, I have family, I have love. I'm OK."

He nods and lets go of her,

"I do not understand people who would do that."

This is Arithon, angry. Truly, deeply angry. In much the same way that a banked fire is, his anger burns hot and low. Faith's mother had best not show up here.

"Children are precious."

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