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The Dark Slayer (therogueslayer) wrote in portland_logs,

"It's cool, Twinkie." Faith winked at Rogue. She really wasn't the kind of girl to care about a pot either so she didn't even blink at Rogue's faux sincerity. Although she appreciated the sense of humor, she could easily afford to buy Rogue a new pot if that was necessary. She did have money now. She was even going to hire a contractor to fix her house after she demolished it but Liv had just fixed it with magic instead. Faith was slowly getting more comfortable with the whole magic thing, the more time she spent with Liv.

She raised an eyebrow when Rogue literally floated up from the floor and sat down at the table. Faith was already a dozen spoonfuls deep in the gumbo. She had never heard of it before but it was really good. Faith would eat just about anything but she could decipher between, say the loaf of moldy meat they served her in solitary confinement and a steak dinner. The gumbo was closer to a steak dinner and it was something Faith had never tasted before.

"Maybe." She gave Rogue a devious little smirk. "It's not cooking though. This shit is really good!" Faith mumbled around the mouthful of food she was already consuming. Table manners were not one of the tricks Faith was hiding up her sleeve. Really her impressive strength was the most interesting "skill" she possessed. Rogue didn't strike her as the type to be curious about Faith's bedroom prowess so that left that out.

"I'm a pretty kickass fighter," she said around a mouthful of food. "Just comes natural, you know?"

It wasn't as if Faith didn't work on her fighting skills, she did. She didn't really need to though, her moves stayed sharp because she used them by frequently patrolling the city and taking out vampires that were out feeding on other people. She had to be slightly more careful since some dumbass humans were actually offering their blood to some dumbass vampires. If she interrupted that she knew she would catch hell. For once, Faith wasn't looking for trouble. At least, not that kind of trouble. But if she detected any distress or compulsion she had no problems putting a vamp down.

"I'm The Slayer. What the fuck are you anyway? Alien or somethin'?" she asked curiously.