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It's the kind of place where the girls aren't carded, Xander's eyepatch doesn't get curious looks, and nobody cares which town their group comes from.
The perfect venue for their 'We survived!" celebration.
It's even better that nobody remembers her.
Once, Faith was the center of attention on this dance floor, gyrating tirelessly to every song. She'd demand sultrier tunes just to slide against some lucky bastard and tease him out of drinks and the contents of his wallet.
"It won't last forever," she warns her younger self, and laughs when she pictures the response: a middle-fingered salute, of course.
It's the kind of place where the girls aren't carded, Xander's eyepatch doesn't get curious looks, and nobody cares which town their group comes from.
The perfect venue for their 'We survived!" celebration.
It's even better that nobody remembers her.
Once, Faith was the center of attention on this dance floor, gyrating tirelessly to every song. She'd demand sultrier tunes just to slide against some lucky bastard and tease him out of drinks and the contents of his wallet.
"It won't last forever," she warns her younger self, and laughs when she pictures the response: a middle-fingered salute, of course.