23 - video; B is gone, but the &*^%$ is back.

[hungryanhorny]

[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.

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[tatty_bye]

[He kind of likes that nickname.]

So the sudden departure of an enemy leaves you with such copious reserves of pent-up aggression?

[hungryanhorny]

Never said I made sense.

[tatty_bye]

But you do, in your own way.

[hungryanhorny]

That a fact?

[tatty_bye]

I would wager on it.

[hungryanhorny]

Maybe you should fill me in, then.

[tatty_bye]

And miss a sparring session?

[hungryanhorny]

...That an offer, Reave?

[tatty_bye]

Only if it would please you.

[hungryanhorny]

Guess you could always join in the CTS.

[tatty_bye]

I prefer one-on-one encounters, myself.

...No, that's a damnable lie. For a spar with you, however?

[hungryanhorny]

Guess I'm just popular.

[tatty_bye]

I'll leave you to your diversions. My door is open should you wish to pop by for a short imbibement.

[hungryanhorny]

Keep that in mind.