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[faithful_slayer]

Faith opens the door to her suite and leads Ford in, depositing the alcohol on an end table and then turning back to grin at him, spreading her arms wide.

"So, this is the lovenest," she says, cheerfully. "You want the tour?"

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[onehoopyprefect]

Ford looks around. Muuuuuch bigger than his little room.

"Sure. Being on security has its perks, I see."

[faithful_slayer]

"Ehh, well, I got a friend to magic up the furniture for me," Faith says, shrugging as she looks around. "And I don't have a tab - long story, rescue mission thing - so, yeah. This is the living room...kitchen's through here."

She leads him into the kitchen-dining room area, grinning. Instead of cooking utensils, every inch of available storage space is covered with weapons - swords, daggers, knives, a crossbow and its bolts, a regular longbow and a lot of arrows, stakes, and little bottles of holy water in the spice rack.

"I can't cook, and I live next to a bar, so I figured I'd use the space for more practical things. Tools of the Slayer trade, y'dig?"

[onehoopyprefect]

He boggles at the sheer quantity of weaponry.

"Yeah, I met Mel shortly after I first got here. I got the idea that it was a dangerous job, but I had no idea you'd need a bloody arsenal!"

[faithful_slayer]

Faith laughs quietly.

"Different weapons for different opponents," she says with a shrug. "Some things take special treatment. Besides, I like 'em."

She takes his hand again, pulling him around the suite, showing him the guest room and its adjoining bathroom, the motorcycle leaning against the guest room wall, and then pulls him around to the door of her bedroom.

"So whatcha think?"