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[salvagedslayer]

[Faith is celebrating Mother's Day early, paying homage to her momma's memory by getting piss-stinking drunk at the bar so that she don't have to have anything to do with thinking on Mommy Dearest

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[slaying]

[Yo, Faith. Your co-Slayer happens to work at the bar, now. Guy coerced her into service in a moment of weakness. Emotional, that is. Not physical.

So when her shift rolls around and she strolls into the place, Buffy takes one look at Faith and raises an eyebrow.]

You know, you can slow down. They haven't made drinking into an Olympic sport or anything. Not yet, at least.

[She tosses her jacket behind the bar and leans on the counter.]

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[salvagedslayer]

[Mnuh? Oh hey it's you. Faith totally knows you. And, furthermore, can still see you straight up and lacking in any fuzziness factor so she clearly hasn't had nearly enough yet although she grins.]

Probably. Figure they'd screen for superpowers if it ever did make the list. [she waves her hand vaguely at the seat next to her] C'mon, first round's so on me.

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[slaying]

[Buffy gives her head a slow shake.] Sorry--I'm on the clock. [And alcohol tastes gross. But Buffy maintains her spot behind the bar with a quiet confidence. At least she was marginally useful, here.]

I could get you something, though. My drink-mixing is at least ten percent more delicious than week. There's definite improvement.

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[salvagedslayer]

Oh-ho, working girl, huh? Sweet deal. Gotta love a lacking in skeevy uniforms, all I gotta say.

[except that's not really all she's gotta say because she makes a 'bring on the booze' gesture with one hand, even though she's generally an aim-the-JD-and-go kinda girl--that curiosity thing, y'know]

Well I know I've heard strange and fascinating stories about one you've named after your jailer. Good a place as any to start.

[...or, you know, continue along with, as the case may be]

[voice]

[outwalks]

. . .

Eating eggs often helps. So does drinking water.

[voice]

[salvagedslayer]

Yeah? [smiles]

We talking sunny-side up, scrambled, shaken, or stirred?

[voice]

[outwalks]

Sunny-side what? Ah-scrambled, usually.

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[salvagedslayer]

Well that's a step up from straight up raw. Definitely more on my side of the table.

[Voice]

[derek_bliss]

Drink water, eat some raw eggs, take a walk outside. And don't fight puking.

If you knew a pilot with a fast plane, I'd suggest having them take you for a 2-G roll. It would clear you up, fast, and the thirty second migraine is usually worth it.

There's also more of the hair of the dog that bit you, but you have to come up for air sometime, and there's no ER if you get alcohol poisoning here.

[Voice]

[salvagedslayer]

If only. M'daddy was military, but I never figured him for getting to play with the cool toys otherwise I'dve been so there.

...And raw? Seriously? [makes face]

[Voice]

[derek_bliss]

Seriously.

Or just have a good breakfast with water and go walk it off. Take a few aspirin if it's really bad.

[Voice]

[salvagedslayer]

Usual suspects then. Always good for an excuse to chow down.

--Never met you before have I? I'd have remembered a pretty face. Name's Faith.

[Voice]

[salvagedslayer]

[Faith laughs] Sometimes it's warranted. And this is def'nitely that time of the year again.

[Voice]

[salvagedslayer]

Ace. All things I definitely wouldn't say no to. Whether or not I end up feeling it tomorrow, even.

Figure this means you're not one to join me? First round's mine.

[hippocraticly]

Gingerroot tea.

[salvagedslayer]

[grin] Personal experience, Doc?

[hippocraticly]

'Medicinal purposes' seems like a bit of a stretch, huh.

[salvagedslayer]

No reason it can't play on both sides of the street, right?