A Slayer, a Hunter, and a Vampire meet up in a bar....

[faiththatfuelsu]

There were certain things in life that a girl could look forward to like a first kiss or prom. Some women looked forward to their weddings, or the birth of a child. Or, if you were Faith, it was the prospect of a threesome with two of the sexiest men she'd ever met. The fact that it could blow up in her face was... well she didn't want to focus on

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[the_eternalstud]

Damon leaned back against the bar, casually watching the door while sipping a nice, large glass of bourbon. Faith's phone call had intrigued him, more than just a little. He'd gotten the odd phone-call request for a threesome before, even from across state-lines, but this was a different sort of configuration. Leave it to Faith to phrase a suggestion for the devil's threeway as an essential challenge to both his manhood and his strength of character.

He scanned the crowd, wondering just who this guy was that Faith was bringing along with him. He still wasn't entirely sure he was sold on this plan, but he was going to go along with it for now -- although he was reserving his right to get off the ride at any time he wasn't having the fun that he was promised.

[faiththatfuelsu]

*At Dean's question, Faith nod toward where she'd spotted Damon and his almost bored expression. * Over there.

*She hooks a finger in his belt loop and tugs him forward. It's not quite holding hands, but for Faith, it might as well be.*

[the_eternalstud]

[Damon quirks an eyebrow at Faith as she moves toward him through the bar, that provocative swagger that he's never planning on telling her how much he enjoys. She's towing a good-looking guy by the belt loop, and Damon takes his time in giving him a good long look-over. Damon's pleased so far with what he's seeing, but that's something else that he's planning on keeping to himself for the moment. No need to let this guy get anything even remotely resembling the upper hand]

I take it that's the party favour.

[faiththatfuelsu]

Play nice, D. *She gives Damon a bit of a look and wonders for about the millionth time why she thought calling him was a good idea.

And then she just watches the two of them. There's a good chance they'll come to blows over a clash in personalities.

There's just an even better chance that all this aggression will make for an amazing time in the bedroom.*

What do you say we get a drink, boys?

[the_eternalstud]

I'm intending on playing very nice. [He flashes her a wicked grin, shifting his weight like a boy working the streets with the rent due] A drink sounds good. Go ahead and order it on my tab, Faith. [His hand steals out, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger for a moment, a quick and intimate touch and then it's done] You know what I like.

[He focuses his attention on Dean then, and there's a certain note in his voice, half-way between invitation and challenge. One that he only pulls out when he's in high good humor] And you must be Dean.

[faiththatfuelsu]

*Sadly none of this was about instilling jealousy in either of them. At least not from her side of things. She just really wanted to see the two of them together and enjoy being a front row spectator comma participant. Damon is Damon and that's just... something she really probably should have warned Dean about.* Yeah, I do.

*Looking back to the two of them, she takes a step toward the bar.* Actually, why don't I order for you. Give the two of you a chance to get acquainted.

[the_eternalstud]

[If Faith would just relax, she could enjoy the bit of coming attractions that's going on in front of her right now, instead of just waiting for the feature presentation later on. He smiles, all winsome and charming, and tilts his head to the side a little, looking up at Dean from under his lashes. It's an overtly flirtatious gesture, but the sightly challenging twist to his smile pulls the gesture back from being cloying into something more -- conspiratorial, almost. As though Damon''s willing to let Dean in on the joke if he manages to figure it out on his own]

So, like -- what's your sign?

[the_eternalstud]

I'm old enough to hold my own. Not all of us are in danger of breaking a hip if things get particularly athletic. [He's got a good smile, this guy. A big old All-American charmer of a grin. Damon likes that, likes the way the lights above the bar play over Dean's collar bone, the hollow of his throat, as his head tilts back. From Damon's particular point of view it's even better than the smile] Did you get your yoga in this morning? Faith can be -- vigorous, when she's got the mind to be, wouldn't want you to pull a muscle or anything.

ooc: Fabio? As in, he can't believe it's not butter? That's out of hand :)

[the_eternalstud]

Chuckles? [Damon gives Dean a look, amused and almost indulgent. For now.] That's a new one.

[Damon's eyes follow Dean's, and he smirks a bit] I just bet you do.

Occasionally. Although not very often. [To Damon's mind this is going quite well so far. If nothing else, he's getting some amusement out of the situation] It's part of my charm.

ooc: So, that was awesome. Good job me, check.