Faith nodded in reply. "B's not worth much of anything, 'cept maybe in the occasional fight." She shrugged, taking another drag. Popping the top off a second beer with her thumb, she took a drink, then looked over at him at his next statement.
"I've got tons of stories way better than hers." Mentally she sifted through a few. Hell, why not use the same she'd told in Sunnydale?
"So this one time, I was in this motel, and it was so hot that I was sleepin' without a stitch on. All of a sudden, I hear this screamin' outside." Her face became more animated as she started on the story. "There were these vamps attackin' a bus full of people from some church, just goin' to town like it was a Sunday barb. So I run up and start fightin', manage to dust 'em." She paused for another sip from her beer and to tap out the cigarette.
"So the priest is all huggin' me and shit after, and cops show up. They end up arrestin' the two of us."
Okay, so the story might not've been exactly the same as the one she'd told in Sunny-D, but he didn't know that, and it still worked.