[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.
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Date: 2012-12-28 04:39 am (UTC)From:Spam
Date: 2012-12-28 10:15 am (UTC)From:[ And seeing who was coming in and the look on his face the Kindle fire was picked up along with his jacket from behind the bar as the Irishman just turned to leave. Nothing else said.]