Wesley sipped his scotch and wondered why he was here. He took another sip. Oh, yes, Faith had threatened to kick his arse if he didn't get out of his room. He didn't see anything wrong with his room, or with how he had been spending his vacation, but obviously Faith did, and he didn't feel like going three rounds with her just to prove his point.
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"I wasn't about to cry," he replied dryly. "Nor do I wish you dead. Possibly temporarily incapacitated so I could go back to my room," I admit with the hint of a smile. It was meant as a joke, and he knew things are probably still awkward between them, but he did hope it came across as a joke.
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She signaled to the bartender and ordered a beer. "So where you workin'?"
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"The library," he answered, and in anticipation of hr response added, "And I'm well aware that's entirely cliche for a British Watcher. I don't really have a varied skill set applicable to too many occupations."
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