The Bronze

Faith stood at the bar; scanning around for the man she wanted. It was hot and she was wearing a halter top that showed her midriff and a pair of jeans. She hadn?t seen anything she liked yet, it was weird, just out of prison she wouldn?t have thought she?d have been so picky.

?Another drink barkeep? she yawned, leaning back on the bar. Maybe someone proposition her and save her the trouble. Suddenly, she found someone standing next to her, a tall, handsome man with black hair and cruel features.

?Get me a drink.? He told faith, his manner cool.

Faith opened her mouth to refuse, and thought about just decking him, but for some reason she instead told the barman ?and get my friend whatever he wants.?

?I?ll have the same as the slut here.? The man said. Faith glared at him. Who did this creep think he was? The barman also earned her ire by not even pausing at her being called a slut, but handing the guy a slot and looking at Faith to pay. Almost snarling, she pushed the money across the bar.

Faith grabbed the man?s shoulder as he took the drink ?Wait a second you jerk. Give me one reason I shouldn?t kick your ass right here.?

The man turned and looked Faith in the eye and she felt herself fall into his sapphire eyes. ?Because my dear Faith, you?re going to be too busy sucking my dick.? He smirked, running a possessive hand over the slayer.