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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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[torrenziale]

[With the boss' liquor stores at a dangerously low level, Squalo's decided to hit up Good Spirits for a couple bottles of whiskey. He's about to leave when he spots...what was her name again? Faith.]

Aiming for liver damage or just one hell of a headache?

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[salvagedslayer]

[Mnuh? Oh that hair. Now where'd she seen that hair befo--

...there are really getting to be too many boys hanging about town with that color hair. It takes a minute more than usual for her mental rolodex to pick out his name, mostly 'cause he's not shouting.]

I'm ambitious like that. Going head to head on both sides of the street. Talented that way.

[she tips her head back to look straight at him and grins] You in?

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[torrenziale]

...Don't trip.

[He thinks about the offer a moment then sets down the bottles of whiskey and shrugs.]

Drink? Why not. Hangover? Hell no. What was the last round?

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[salvagedslayer]

Score!

[she shrugs with a half-smile] I'm not figuring for much of one myself either, but never hurts to be prepared or whatever, right?

[she frowns, then glances at her glass] What, the booze? Tequila straight up on this end.

[fightlikeacow]

A raw egg, pepper, and hair of the dog that bit you. Works like a charm. It's good for curses, too.

[salvagedslayer]

[she grimaces a little; raw egg again, these people and their way with their liking of chickens not totally dead]

Pepper? In, on, or all around the egg business?

[Gotta be some good to it if that's already three votes to the yes]

[fightlikeacow]

However you want it. You can put it on a snow cone, if you like.

[salvagedslayer]

Forget that, my vote's on ice cream. Prime breakfast food--it's just grab a spoon and go.

[she tilts her head] Haven't met you yet have I? Name's Faith.

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus hears the voice of a very drunk woman over his journal and he snorts at it.]

Another reason why women should not touch alcohol. It's pathetic.

[salvagedslayer]

[well that woman can't be this woman 'cause downing the whole bar probably couldn't phase her for very long--superpower side effects and all--so she just looks at him funny]

And it's any prettier when you get your ass drunk six ways 'til Sunday?

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus blinks and stares at her through the journal. He ignores her question and shakes his head.]

Women should make themselves useful in the kitchen.

[He takes a small sip of his whiskey after he speaks, just to prove this woman that he is Xanxus and Xanxuses do not get drunk.]

[salvagedslayer]

[...Aw, you're so cute. Like they imported you straight out of the 50s or something]

Only so much apple pie in your life you can take, I figure.

[smirking, she holds her glass aloft to her book] No fun drinking alone, right? Come over. Easily to insult each other whatever.

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[threeswordsoul]

[Also at the bar, three katana set next to him; I'd say seated out of your line of sight somewhere, since he's not bothering to get up and talk to you in person, but I don't know the layout of the bar. :|a]

Never needed one.

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[salvagedslayer]

[asdfjslkdes shit son, where do you get off on hiding off aways away where she can't see you? Faith tips back away from the bar counter to catch a look at you.]

Good policy. And hey, didn't know there was more company hanging about. Come hang?

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[threeswordsoul]

Less a policy than a fact.

[Considers, then hangs his swords at his hip and moseys over to the bar with his booze. Tilting his head curiously as he sits down at what are presumably your empty glasses.] For all that, you don't look shit-faced to me, either.

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[salvagedslayer]

[Faith's lips quirk ruefully for a second as she glances down at her glass of... what was this stuff now? Seriously, Buffy deserved some kinda gold star--when she aims to be all help-y with getting your vision go fuzzy she gets shit done]

More's the pity. I could use a little downtime right now. These days I gotta work at it. It'll hit me. Eventually. 'Least I'm hoping.

[she shrugs and grins] Don't worry. I don't make for a weepy drunk.