Who: Faith and Logan What: Drinking, hitting things, possibly occasional talking. Where: A rather run down bar in Downtown LA When: Late evening Rating: TBD but gonna guess it's not kiddie safe due to the drinky fighty nature of the characters involved! Status: in progress
Faith reached the bar and sat tiredly down, her body starting to ache slightly from all the fighting she'd been doing lately. Even her Slayer abilities were finding it hard to keep up. The aches felt good. They kept her focused, kept her grounded. And that was something she really needed right now.
She ordered herself a whiskey and lit up a cigarette, inhaling deeply and relishing the feel of smoke filling her lungs.
"Buy you a drink sweetheart?" Some guy with a serious lack of taste in clothes or hygiene came to stand next to her and she rolled her eyes.
"Already got one," she gestured with the glass, keeping her gaze fixed on the bar in front of her.
"I could buy you the next one," he tried again.
Faith growled slightly in the back of her throat. "Ok, I'm way too pissed off to be nice to you, so I'll just say, you leave now and I won't knock all your teeth out."
The letch gave her a wary look before backing off and she sighed with a smirk to the barman as she downed her drink. "Men are pigs. Get me another?" He gave her an amused look as she sat back and waited to see if Logan would make it.