Faith leaned back at the table appraising the man who’d offered to ‘buy’ her a drink. Army boys weren’t exactly her gig, too prone to obedience for her taste, but it had been a really slow few months here. It was impossible to pull her usual pick up, use up and run here. There was nowhere to run to, and her one shot at commitment was failing miserably, mostly due to no longer being in the same reality as she was, even if there were a couple of dudes here that took her right into doplgangland. “Yeah why not?” She shoved the chair beside her away from the table in a typically Faithlike gesture of lazy welcome.