"Percolating or not, this is gonna get real old, real fast." Faith downed the whiskey before taking a sip of the beer. "This gets much more crazy and we're gonna need more Slayers here to deal with it. Only so much fun I can stand."
She tried using the glass as a mirror, checking for any more slime that she really did not want to think about the origin of. "Ever the charmer McDonald."
She smirked as she held up the beer in a mock toast. "Congratulations, you want me to buy you a card or something?" Despite the sarcasm, a small part of her was actually concerned as she eyed him slightly. "so, that's really all you got going for you right now?"