Spike's Pub

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Faith flips the sign in the window to "open," puts music that is not Billy Idol on, and waits for some customers.

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((Grood song!))

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

((Heh, thanks))

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay and Silent Bob come in sans the beer they took from Chaucer's (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/119484.html). Bob is his usual calm self, but Jay is obviously agitated. As they sit down at the bar, Jay asks, "What the hell was that motherfucker talking about? What the FUCK does dual-gendered mean? God damn faggots," he finishes, punching Bob in the shoulder.

Bob rubs his arm, giving Jay a glare.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith walks over to the pair. "What can I get you two?" she says with a grin.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

For the second time tonight, Jay's eyes about bug out of his face. He wolf-whistles appreciatvly. "I'll take a piece of that ass, uh-huh! I'm Jay, and the fatass is my hetero lifemate, Silent Bob. He's a fag, but I'm not," he offers with a wink.

Bob looks at Faith, his face a mixture of amusement and apology. He lights a cigarette and nudges Jay with his elbow. "Oh, yeah," Jay says, staring at Faith's boobs, "Tubby wants a beer."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith stared at Jay, a horrified/amused expression on her face. "I'm working, I'm not drunk enough for that to be appealing."
She turns to Bob, and grabs him a beer. "Silent Bob?" she says as she hands it to him. "See, I'm sober? The quiet approach might just work." She gives him a wink.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"What? You're choosin' the fatass over me?!" Jay is obviously horrified at this turn of events. "You know he loved the cock right?"

Bob denies this with a vehement shake of his head.

"Oh shut up, lardass." Jay pulls out his bowl, which he'd somehow reacquired after the fight, and lights it up. "Can I get a beer too, boo boo kitty fuck?" Bob looks at Jay. "What? It fuckin' worked on Justice."

Bob smiles winningly at Faith.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*walks in totally not scoping the place out for her and Jonathan's test in the very near future and takes a position near the bar*

Evening, Faith, you got anything here by way of mead?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith rummages around under the bar. Triumphantly pulling out a bottle, she grins.
"Yeah, we do. How's it going?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

"Boo boo kitty fuck?" Faith asks, biting her lip to keep from cracking up. "Right then. Beer." She hands him one, and takes an apprasing look at the bowl. "If my boss says that's a problem, I totally never saw it."

Faith leans on the counter in front of Bob, displaying her cleavage even moreso. "I get off in a little while, if you want to do something later."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay spots the blonde hottie as soon as she comes in. "Fuck you lunchbox, you can have the brunette, she's not that hot anyway. But the blonde is fuckin' mine!" Bob shrugs, turns back to the bar, and drinks his beer.

Jay swaggers up to Callisto, his eyebrows waggling. "Hey sexy, wanna fuck?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Great.

*grins back*

The usual, gone to class, gatecrashed the MFCD meeting, plotted mayhem, got a job as Coach Ash's new TA. You?

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob shrugs apologetically. Jay says, "You hear anyone lookin' for some high-class weed, we gots it, babe. And a discount for you." He winks.

Now it's Bob's eyes that nearly pop out of his head. He nods emphatically for a moment, before stopping himself. He tries to look dignified, shrugging, seeming to say, 'Yeah, I suppose I might be up for it.'

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

No.

I'm sorry, I've just decided to become very, very gay, I'm currently under a vow of abstience. Long story.

Plus, I don't even know your name.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

...you're Coach Ash's TA? Why?
And I always approve of plotting mayhem

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

"Aw, snoochie, I'm Jay, the hottest motherfuck on the planet! Now can we fuck?" He sits down, uninvited, anyway. Taking a hit off his bowl, he offers it to her with a wink. "Wanna hit, baby?"

[[God, I really need to watch these movies again. It's been too long...]]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs*

Extra credit mostly, plus there's always the opportunity to mess with his head if I get too bored.

It's fun isn't it?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith grinned. "I'll definitely be keeping that in mind."

She turned back to Bob. "I'm assuming that that's a 'yes, Faith, I would like to fuck you later'." She smirked at him.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

That's...interesting.

Lots and lots

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Hit you, maybe. Preferably with a shovel.

*lightbulbs*

Helloooo, Patsy...

I'm sorry, I don't do morons drugs. But tell me a little about yourself.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob's mouth worked open and closed for a moment, before he snaps it shut. He nods, again, emphatically. For not talking much, he's pretty easy to read.

He finishes his beer and motiones for another, a smile on his face.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Hey, I bore easily. Besides he gets too forward, I just write a sob story letter home and he's faced with the wrath of the Thracian Women's Guild.

Just be careful at Homecoming, Crane and I have a little something planned, wouldn't want you to get caught in it.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

Faith winks at Bob, and hands him another beer. "Here you go. See, I like the silent type."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_gottahavefaith/]

That sounds promising. Or, you know, you could just kick his ass on your own.

I'll be keeping that in mind. That sounds like a very fun time.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay's face lights up, totally unaware Callisto's interest is fake. "Well, I'm from Jersey, and the tubby bitch at the bar is Silent Bob, my business partner and hetero lifemate. Well, I'm straight," he leers, "but Lunchbox loves the cock. LOVES IT.

"You know, I'm the master of the clit, I could make you come SO. HARD." Jay punctuates the last two words with emphatic hip thrusts. He takes another hit off the bowl, holding his breath for as long as possible, before blowing the smoke out with a satisfied look on his face.