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Angel inna bar, to say nothing of the skirt.
He's at one of the tables rather than Bar herself, owing to a case of table percussion. And he's got pizza (pineapple, bacon, and extra cheese, for those just tuning in).
He'll share, if you ask nicely.

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Somebody gave Faith high-octane vodka earlier. One bottle.

Which is why she's just a liiiittle bit tipsy, when she walks up behind Angel and puts her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Hey, skirtboy!"

"Hi, Faith."
Well, she's the only person around here who calls him that.
"Someone get you drunk or something?"

"I am not drunk."

Faith sits next to him - doesn't miss the chair, which is a good sign of partial sobreity.

"I had one bottle of vodka. I am not drunk. I am, perhaps - PERHAPS - the slightest bit tipsy."

"One bottle of vodka and you're only a little tipsy? Damn, I envy your metabolism. Want some pizza?"
Bar regularly gives him more of the stuff than he can handle by himself.

"I'm a Slayer. It's a thing. Thanks!"

Faith takes a slice, beaming at him. Tipsily.

Angel can't help but grin. "Guess it would have to be, if people expect you to kill stuff."

"Yeah, can't risk the Slayer being fat and hungover."

"...That is, however, a very amusing mental image."

Faith snorts, nodding, and gets up, waddling comically around with her hand raised as if staking a vampire.

And Angel cracks up.

Faith mimes flinching away from bright light, then laughs, sitting back down.

"Asking demons not to growl so loudly..."

"Ending up puking on one rather than killing it..."

"Get herself killed, probably."

"Oh, almost certainly. I mean, it's gotta be a dangerous enough job with the ridiculous strength and metabolism and all that."

"Average life expectency is around two years after being Called."

"...Yikes."

Faith nods.

"The record...I was always told 25, but no. There was a woman in Ancient Greece who was called when she was 12 and lived to 29."

"Either way, I guess congratulations are in order. You seem to have held up pretty well."

Faith smiles, faintly.

"A friend of mine...came here from the future. 25 years in the future. And told me I was still alive."

Angel grins. "Nice."

"Yeah. It's...a little hard to believe."

"Lots of things are, in their way."

Faith nods. "Yeah. But...fifty. I'll be fifty."

"Dare say you'll have earned every bit of it."

"...thanks."

Faith smiles, warmly. "Thank you. I hope so."

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