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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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"They do. It's very difficult and painful. You know what happened to Bartleby when he was returned, don't you?"

"I saw him," Faith says, nodding. "He...it looked awful."

"That was a complete fall. Everything angelic was removed from him and he was made completely human. There's a pain to humanity, you see. I don't think you're even aware of it." He muses, looking at the sparkles in his glass.

"There have been other falls, of course. When the Son of the Morning fell he retained his angelic nature, but it was darkened. That was what he wanted, after all."

"I lost my powers once," Faith says, quietly. "I mean, I know it's nowhere near the same thing, but...I kinda know."

"Even now, here, I feel Her absence." He smiles faintly. "But the company is still quite good."

"Her?"

Blank stare.

"God is often a Woman."

"...cool."

The Metatron smiles. "Yes. Well, it's a shape She enjoys and it suits her nature now. She was more apt to be vengeful and jealous in a male shape."

Faith does not say 'what a shock.'

If she's thinking it, well...she's Faith.

The Metatron continues smiling and sipping.

That's the spooky thing about angels. You really don't have to say what you're thinking. They'll still know.

Faith's aware, really.

Wonder if he'd let me touch his wings.

"Just say please." He smiles at her.

Faith smiles back, a bit pink.

"Please, can I touch 'em?"

"Yes, you may. Just stay away from the joints, please."

Faith wing-gropes.

Carefully.

And stays away from the joints.

The Voice closes his eyes and breathes deeply. For an angel it's very like getting a deep tissue massage.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, far from it," he murmurs.

"Oh good."

Beat.

"...am I turning you on? 'Cause if so, I'm doing this next time I see Aziraphael."

The Voice chuckles. "I think Azairaphael would schvitz on his tweed if you did."

"I don't know what 'schvitz' means, but I'm gonna assume that's a yes."

This gets outright laughter. "Angels of my era can't have sex, you know. However you wish to use this knowledge is up to you."

"Sucks for you," Faith says, sympathetically, moving her hand. "Thanks for the info."

Aziraphael is doomed.

Metatron smiles and rises from the stool. "There are better things that sex. Or so I'm told.

"Good night, Faith."

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