Faith slammed an elbow into the face of another guy, drunkenly lurching over before turning back to Deacon. The smirk on her face would be familiar to those who knew her before her time in prison.
"Where would be the fun in giving you all the answers?" She laughed again, a hint of crazy in the sound. "Come on, take your best guess baby."
She looked at him, still almost goading him, wanting him to finally fight her.