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[_badass_slayer_]

(Continued from here.)

I can't believe I'm doin' this. Faith, badass slayer extraordinaire, is puttin' on pink sweatpants. I think Hell just froze over, cuz ordinarily? You wouldn't catch me dead in a pair of these things. Why I agreed to take the fuckin' things is beyond me, yo. Didn't really have a choice either way, I guess. Seein' as how

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[watcher_pryce]

I was back to work while Faith was still wrestling her inner fashion police. Should I tell her that Cordelia hated that thing? Especially the color? Which was probably why she'd never really came over to get it back. Sometimes she used it here after we'd come back from a fight and we were all too exhausted to really move. During the day's Angel was to busy chasing Darla and Drusilla all over town. I'd never thought I'd' miss those days

[_badass_slayer_]

"Well, don't you look all pretty."

If he hadn't just let me borrow the clothes, I would be wipin' the floor with him right now; wipe that smirk right off his smug face.

But, hey, I'm all big with the stayin' cool around Wes, so, I'll just pack up what I need on patrol, and go take it out on some poor, unsuspectin' vamp instead.

Rollin' my eyes at his bad attempt to keep from laughin', I grab a stake and make my way towards the door. "Very funny. Ha, ha, ha. All right, Funny Man, I'm gonna hit the streets, see what kind of nasties are out tonight. And you better not still be sittin' at your computer when I get back, cuz you need sleep wicked bad. With no Slayer in the house? You should sleep just fine

[watcher_pryce]

Shaking my head at her expression, I turn back toward the computer while she rummages around my weapons again. Of course her being a Slayer, she only grabs a stake. I'm not going to tell her to take some other weapon as well, I'm not her watcher. Besides, if one has to believe Council doctrine? She *is* the weapon.

"Hmmm?" Frowning, I look up at her, trying to make sense of what she's saying. I can't sit behind my computer when she gets back? Since when does she get to tell me what to do? I don't think so. Besides, I've to much work to do, to much research, to much...to make up for.

"Just be careful out there. Just because you had very little problem with those vampires in the warehouse, doesn't mean you're not rusty. And watch your footwork." Making some notes, I narrow my eyes at them and then look up at her again. "Happy Slayer, shouldn't be too hard to come up with some witty banter in those sweats." There is some poor demon or vampire out there tonight who's going to be in a lot of trouble. Poor sod.

[_badass_slayer_]

"Just be careful out there. Just because you had very little problem with those vampires in the warehouse, doesn't mean you're not rusty. And watch your footwork."

There he goes again...actin' all Watcherly towards me.

"I got it covered," I say, holdin' back the nasty retort that I want to say.

He scribbles some shit on his scratch pad, then addresses me again. "Happy Slayer, shouldn't be too hard to come up with some witty banter in those sweats."

Happy Slayer? The hell does he come up with this crap?

Grinnin' wolfishly at him, I walk back over to his desk, leanin' a hip on its edge. "Doesn't matter what I'm wearin', Wes. I always get the job done," I reply. Then, I get up and leave.

Time to slay.