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So. What's the strongest drink this city's got, anyhow?

[Faith puts her mug on the table as she talks, appropriately emptied of liquid.]

I mean, magic city like this? Gotta figure you for having some pretty strong drinks. Maybe something that could put me under the table. [Or a certain archangel she knows.]

Anyone wanna hit me with their best shot? Bet I could take it.
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[Faith leans back, doing her best to look utterly and completely casual.]  Never actually had cash for Christmas before... sort of a new experience. Not sure whether I like it yet. Someone might actually expect gifts.

[Not that she's got a lot of friends to give them to, if she stops to think about it. She'd rather not think about it.]

Anyone wanna take a girl out for the holidays? Starting to think I could use a drink. Wanna relax a bit.
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 [Faith's changed - ignore the lack of icons, please- and trying not to look pissed about it; still, too many people doing that already.

She tries to act like her casual self instead, leaning against the wall of her apartment - still lean physique showing off the curves of her muscles more readily than her old body had. Not that she's noticed or anything.

Still, her voice is a little dry when she asks her question, running a hand through the far too short hair..]

Anyone know what a guy can do for fun around here?
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[Faith holds up a candy corn; face drawn into a rather big frown, glowering.]

Anyone wanna tell me what's up with this?


ooc: backdated closer to the start of all this, 'cause fff I fail. :( 
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[The feed clicks on; a rather confused looking Faith on the other end of it, head tilted as she tries to figure out the strange communicator she's been saddled with. Her head snaps back quickly enough when she realizes she's on screen, though; and she tries to cover it up. Head leaned back, head halfcocked as she presses against the wall.

She’s new to this place – and but already less than happy about it.]

Alright. You caught my attention. Wanna tell me what I’m doing here? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, the only thing anyone’s gonna get from me is their asses whipped. 

[She stares at the “book” in her hand – or whatever the hell it really is. Displaying pictures like that; talking. Videos?] Whatever this is, she doesn’t’ trust it; and she isn’t taking it.] 

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