Who: Sam Winchester & Faith Lehane What: pirate drinks! When: Sunday night, 8pm Where: The Hanged Man Warnings: maybe some language from Faith and awkward hilarity from Sam, otherwise nada.
Sam had gotten offers of drinks here already, but this one was a little different. Mainly because he wasn't entirely certain it came from a platonic place, given the number of times she'd mentioned sex in their conversation. It seemed like an innocent enough invitation, though, or at least he figured he could handle a little raunchiness without anything getting out of hand, even with a few drinks in his system. He was definitely going to be watching his drinks to make sure nothing was slipped into it, but that was less to do with Faith and more to do with Becky. Now that he had been roofied once, Sam wasn't interested in it happening again.
But he didn't suspect Faith would or even would want to take that route. The love potion had turned him into a sappy pile of mush, which really didn't seem like her type. Her type actually seemed much more like his brother than Sam; someone who liked fast cars and steak and sex scenes. Sam wasn't inclined to play matchmaker any more than he was interested in hooking up himself, but he did want to get to know Faith. And if their conversation hadn't been interesting enough, he'd discovered-- upon doing the quick google search he'd gotten into the habit of doing, since discovering that all their lives seemed to be online here-- that she was associated with Buffy and, more importantly, Angel. He knew Buffy only by name, but Angel was the one he'd talked to. Whether working together meant that Angel and Faith got along, he didn't know, but the point was that she was a hunter. Or a slayer, to use their terminology. And networking among those types seemed like it was important, so they'd all know each other well enough to have each other's backs just in case the rest of the town turned on them.
So a little before eight, he headed down towards The Hanged Man. He was early, but that was on purpose; he wanted to get a better look at the place before he actually went inside it. He'd scanned the whole of the town by now, and while the idea of pirates-- which he was assuming were real pirates, by the standards of this place-- was a little unnerving, he knew that Jo worked in this joint. If nothing else, that would hopefully mean that he'd have back-up if anything went awry while he was there. Even if it was of the ghostly variety.
He did a full scan of the place and all its exits from the shadows, then backtracked and approached it normally, looking around for Faith. He was still a few minutes early, because it hadn't taken him long to scope the bar, but he was willing to wait. It wasn't as if he had anywhere to be.