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Faith Lehane (rogue_slayer) wrote in utr_logs,

"Thanks," Faith said, turning back to the fridge to root around for something. As luck would have it, whoever was here before Buffy was obviously more awesome. Because they had beer. Faith really couldn't picture Buffy even touching the stuff but you never could be sure about anything. Especially in this world.

Opening the bottle Faith wanted to snicker a little bit. Buffy's apartment was small. It wasn't exactly Mexican waiter small but it was definitely cop small. Not pimp small. Pimp small was actually kind of gigantic in Faith's opinion.

"So you're a cop, huh?" She asked, unable to hide the disdain in her voice as she walked through Buffy's apartment and looked around. "You really gonna y'know, do that?" She shrugged. What? It was a fair question in her opinion. In a sick kind of way, Buffy as a cop made sense. She also wondered about the handcuffs she owned but decided to wisely keep that curiosity to herself.