[Faith doesn't quite know how to handle that answer. For her? There are so many possible ways she might read that response. Reasons Buffy might be here to talk to her. Her cynical side is expecting the worst, but she plays it all off with a smile and laugh, signalling the bartender for her usual. Just a beer on tap, nothing fancy.] Me? So it is a hot date, then.
[She takes her beer when it's slid over to her, taking a large gulp to distract herself with and work out what to say next. Clearing her throat, she settles on asking lamely.] So, what's up? Another apocalypse brewing?
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[She takes her beer when it's slid over to her, taking a large gulp to distract herself with and work out what to say next. Clearing her throat, she settles on asking lamely.] So, what's up? Another apocalypse brewing?