Drabble Topic: Stick
...And Carry a Small Stick
Pre BtVS Season 3
“You're shittin' me.”
“Faith, I assure you. I am not, as you so colorfully put it, shitting you.”
Her posture stiffened as her arms crossed over her chest. “Where'd Frankie find you anyway? That posh accent is a wicked touch.”
“Have you been having dreams?”
Faith shrugged. OK, so she had been having some grade-z horror nightmares. No biggie.
“You are the chosen one. You stand between the world and the forces of darkness. And this,” the woman pulled out a small stick triumphantly, “is your weapon.”
Faith snickered. This lady was cracked, but for now she'd play along.
Pre BtVS Season 3
“You're shittin' me.”
“Faith, I assure you. I am not, as you so colorfully put it, shitting you.”
Her posture stiffened as her arms crossed over her chest. “Where'd Frankie find you anyway? That posh accent is a wicked touch.”
“Have you been having dreams?”
Faith shrugged. OK, so she had been having some grade-z horror nightmares. No biggie.
“You are the chosen one. You stand between the world and the forces of darkness. And this,” the woman pulled out a small stick triumphantly, “is your weapon.”
Faith snickered. This lady was cracked, but for now she'd play along.