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[A little after Dean's video, Faith appears on screen. She's behind the bar, same as last time, though there's no alcohol in sight. She has a smile on her face, as she twirls a pewter mug on the tip of her finger.] So B left the building, huh? Bet Dean's pretty happy with the little souvenir I ordered up from the Admiral, too. Should have some nice picks of blondie in there. Something for the whole fan club to fawn over.
But hey - guess that's one less nag I've got to worry about for Christmas Not exactly like she would have enjoyed her gifts anyway, right? Nothing's enough for the Slayer
Which is - wait - my title now, huh? I mean, what with miss perfect gone, and I'm the only Slayer left. Anyone up for a spar? Sunnydale's strongest, right here.
[She tosses the mug up, and catches it. The pewter cracks in her hand, splinters digging.]
Shit.
But hey - guess that's one less nag I've got to worry about for Christmas Not exactly like she would have enjoyed her gifts anyway, right? Nothing's enough for the Slayer
Which is - wait - my title now, huh? I mean, what with miss perfect gone, and I'm the only Slayer left. Anyone up for a spar? Sunnydale's strongest, right here.
[She tosses the mug up, and catches it. The pewter cracks in her hand, splinters digging.]
Shit.
