Faith licked the bitter taste of liquor from her lips. "Thankfully all the old bags around here don't look like you or we'd be really fucking over populated and no one wants that shit." She snickered and took a long swig from the bottle feeling the warmth rush her face.
"How does that work anyway? I never did get that part and stuffing my nose in a book doing research was never my style. So do you just pick a shell and are bound to it for so long or what?" She questioned, eyes still grazing the other's body.
"Pfft unless your talking some kind of twisted mix from fermented yack blood, I'll drink just about anything, so name it and I'll find it." She gave a confident nod.
"Yeah but no one is going to remember him in a couple of years so your on!" She laughed. "Well we do put on one hell of a show seeins how hell just follows us around."
The contents of her bottle had nearly vanished. "See that's the thing no one has a clue why any of us were summoned here, we received letterers and packages, our names engraved on the building doors. So it's kinda like waiting for a god damned jack in the box to pop. But personally? I've got nothing but time on my hands, and contrary to popular survey, and all awakened Slayers, I am "The Slayer" so it's a slight obligation."