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11; checking up on you. (private messages for Zev and Buffy, and spam for the pub.)

[Private to Zev]

You holding up alright?

[Private to Buffy] You need another spar, B?

[Spam for the pub]

[Faith's decided she needs a break from her cabin, and it's bouncing puppy; so she's got him leashed up behind the bar, while she works on drinks; ignore the occasional yips, would you? Puppies are hard to keep quiet.]

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I'm fine. I'm usually fine as soon as I know I can't be hurt again. [She knows this isn't the best thing, but it's unfortunately true.]

Might wanna talk to someone about that, Z. [Not that she's put that much trust in shrinks herself.]

Zee? [It would have helped if they taught her how to spell things.] That's what the other man said. [George.] I think I'll be alright, though. I gave him a fair chance and he abused my trust.

Short for Zev.

People do that.

Sometimes they don't. Many times they haven't. I just think of those people.

Not exactly easy... [But that's getting too much into her own past.]

A long time ago, I had people decide that I wasn't worth their time without knowing me at all. [It wasn't all that long ago, but it feels like it.] I don't want to be the person that does that, so I try to assume better at first.

Yeah; get that. Makes you feel like shit.

Hey - you drink?

I can drink. [She doesn't usually but there's not a lot of places to keep alcohol on a giant vaguely phallic horrible spacebug meatship.]

[Good thing they're on a giant boat floating through space, huh?]

Come on; I'll pour you something at the pub.

[Zev thinks this boat is swell. She doesn't see why people complain about it, it doesn't even ask to eat planets or anything.] Okay. [And she's smiling again.] I'll be up there in a minute.

[Hey, don't get her wrong - it's fine so far as flying ships go; better than the prison she went to by far.

She's working on some new drinks when the girl gets there, though - all those alien alcohols? She's got nothing to do but mix them up.]

[She slips onto a stool at the bar, legs crossed delicately as she looks at the arrangements of bottles.] What do you recommend?

Depends on how drunk you want it. [Faith's slayer metabolism and natural tolerance means most of her drinks could knock a bull on its back.]

I'm willing to try anything. [She has a very unfortunate history with getting drunk, too. But no one is going to drug and torture her right now! ...Probably. But it's not like she has the key to the Lexx or anything.]

Sure about that? [Faith wouldn't let them anyway.

For now, she's pouring her specialty - ramulan ale cut with coke, and mixed with lemon and ice cream. Guaranteed to sneak up on just about anyone, before knocking them on their ass.]

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[Arkady has to keep washing her hands. This is because unless they are swamped, she takes every opportunity to go ROLL ON THE FLOOR WITH THE PUPPY YAY.]

[Right now she's having what appears to be a weird little conversation with Ruby. Barks, yips, giggles and the occasional long staring session are involved.]

[Arkady is just sorta getting eye rolls at this point; and maybe a little smile. Particularly since Ruby keeps giving her glances. Doggy knows who her master is,]

Ruby says you're the best Mom ever and she has to pee and can she eat only those salmon treat thingies from now on? Those are good.

Mom, huh? [There's a little bit of... something in her face at that word; Faith doesn't think she can ever be a mom.] Better tell her it's kibbles for dinner.

We got a restroom in this place?

Edited 2012-07-28 07:58 (UTC)

Well, think on it. She was created, not born, and they imprint on the first being that takes care of them.

[Arkady stares at the dog for another moment, and Ruby whines and covers her head with her paws.]

You're adorable together. Yes. Next to the storeroom. I put some puppy pads in.

"Good to know..." Her voice is a little subdued - she's trying to tell herself that a dog's nothing next to a city, but...

"Still getting used to the whole thing, love? It'll be all right, and I'll help if I can."

"Yeah? 'Cause..." She trailed off, shaking a defensive retort. "Come on; let's get her on the pads."

"All right then." Any hint of hostility just rolls off Arkady. She knows Faith is a bit prickly and that's all right; some of her clanmates are more than a bit. She grabs the bathroom key from behind the counter.

[She brought the puppy to the pads; because that was awkward.]

I'm okay. Might take you up on it in a few days, though.

..This time it'll be actual sparring. [Instead of me hurting you. :|] Promise.

[Faith thinks she got some pretty good punches, too... but yeah; sparring is good.]

Whenever, B; and the pub's always open.

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