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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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"Hot chocolate, please."

Anthy eyes Faith.

"Did you get your hair cut, Kitty?"

"Mad Bomber, hm?"

Innocent glance. "Sounds rather like me. I'll take one."

Aeryn was just about to leave, but she couldn't resist. It was almost like an omen.

"Mad Bomber, if you don't mind."

She put her bag on the floor.

Hank McCot spots her, grins, and heads over.

"Wow. Good evening, Faith."

"Hi, Anthy."

Faith serves her, rolling her eyes faintly.

"Uh, it's Faith. Kitty and Edmund are off...well, doing something I'm not sure I want to know the details of."

Faith laughs, serving her.

"Yeah, a friend of mine with those tendencies is out of the bar right now. Call it a tribute."

"Hot chocolate."

It's chocolate and non-alcoholic and on special. What else would he go for?

Plus, something called 'Pyro' REALLY not up his alley at the moment.

"Hey, Aeryn. Sure."

Faith serves her, eyeing the bag. "Where ya goin'?"

Faith grins nervously back at him.

"Hey. How's it going?"

"Hey Garion."

Faith serves him, grinning. "How's it going?"

Aeryn takes a sip before answering.

"To bomb something."

Yes, that would be a scarily smug grin.

Bah-link.

"...ah-ha. Well. Good luck with that."

Todd stopped back in after an interesting ride. He never realized how much trickier it is to ride a horse that can fly.

He doesn't notice the outfit first as he's studying the specials curiously. Strange names.

"Uh, just a hot chocolate, please." He mumbled a little.

"Pretty good today. Avoiding subjects and thoughts darker than fun today. Trying anyway. What is in those drinks anyway?"

Hank? Was a college jock. Knows drinks. Hank? Is a stinker soemtimes.

"Sure thing."

Faith serves him, and poor Todd gets a nice view of leather-clad tits and arse as she does.

"G'luck with that."

Grinning, Slack takes her drink and samples it.

"This is fab, really, my dear. I've not seen you 'tending before - enjoy it, it's a love of a job."

Raising her glass to Faith, Slack meanders off again ~~to save Val's brain~~.

"I'm sure I won't need luck. It's a pretty easy target."

Girl-talk, you know.

He shrugs.

"Well enough, I suppose. Ce'Nedra covered my shift the other week, but I'll be back behind the bar tomorrow."

Shelley carefully lifts herself onto a stool with only a slight wince.

"Hi Faith - I didn't know you were a bartender!"

"'Pyro' is Vodka, Firewater and Everclear. 'Nitro' Is Sambuca, Goldschlager and Brandy. 'Mad Bomber' is Coke and Gin. 'Absent Friend' is eggs, Grenadine, whipped cream and gin. And if you don't know what's in hot chocolate, I can't help you."

"Hey, Shelley. I'm not, I'm filling in for a bud. Getcha sommat?"

"Cool. I'm just doing this as a favor for a friend myself."

"Cool. Have fun, then."

Mmm, girl-talk. They should be braiding each other's hair. Except that no.

"Oh! I'm sorry." She doesn't look sorry; just amused.

"The weather's nice today."

"Ahh, an Absent Friend, then."

His face shifts through worry to a smile again.

"Looks like you have this covered quite well."

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