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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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...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.

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[And while Squalo returns that smile, he eyes the glasses on the table and Faith with a fair amount of skepticism.] So whaaat, you got some crazy metabolism or the ultimate hangover remedy?

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[salvagedslayer]

Got number 1 down, still working on second. Doesn't hurt for having a plan B or whatever, I figure.

[she props up the side of her head]

How 'bout you? You got everything figured since last time?

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[He makes a sour face at that question.]

VOI! Yes, it's fine. It's all fine. Memory's back in working order.

...Where's that tequila? [And making a quick look over his shoulder. Who cares if they haven't actually ordered anything yet.]

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[salvagedslayer]

[she grins; ah yes, there's the loud she knows and... well knows]

Just one on the list of shit worth celebrating then, huh? [with an elaborate gesture she holds out the whole bottle] I'm good with presents.

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Are you fucking kidding? I'd rather forget the whole shitty mess happened! [He'll be taking that bottle now, thanks.]

What are you celebrating?

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[salvagedslayer]

Like that's not irony or nothing. [...not that she's got a clear notion of what exactly irony really is, but whatev--she tips her glass in sarcastic salute]

My dead mother. She'd be so proud.