because the lives of the wicked should be made brief

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[letsbe_clear]

[Benny glances over at Cordy and raises an eyebrow.

Cordy looks back at him in shrugs in return. She will probably regret this in the morning as the only one without a supernatural metabolism, but she also can't remember the last time she had a fun night out.]

Why not? When in Biloxi, right?

[They are not in Biloxi, but who's going to bother to correct her?]

[madskilled]

Sure, when in there. Jose or Johnny?

( Don't say Jack. Don't be those people. )

[sandinmypockets]

Johnny for me.

[Ooooh, I'm thinking Jose, personally. Can we get a mix?" Cordy is studying the menu. It probably goes to show how long it's been since she's been in a bar.]

[madskilled]

Stay seated, cowboy. C'mon, Cor. Let's mix it up.

( She winks at Benny before swinging a leg over her chair and dancing up to the bar itself. She ignores a glare from their waitress as she leans cleavage against it.

Stretching out, she looks back, smirking before turning to Cordelia. )

Benny's something else, right? Not getting vampire, but definitely getting something on the slayer radar.

[letsbe_clear]

Oh! He's a werewolf.

[Cordy doesn't think it hurts to fill Faith in on that little detail, it's not like Benny is shy about it for those in the know. And he already did sniff out a vampire for them today.]

Though not like Oz, and not like those weird cursed wolves from Mystic Falls? Apparently he doesn't even turn on the full moon at all if he doesn't want to.

[madskilled]

Really. Don't love 'em hairy, but if he doesn't always have the juice. He single?

( Faith isn't always one to gossip, but she also isn't one to homewreck. She has learned from some lessons.

Faith lines balances two shots in her hand before sliding Cordy's to her. She bought Mr. Werewolf the same, too. Mixing, indeed. )

[letsbe_clear]

[Cordy takes her shots as she thinks it over.]

I think so? He's never mentioned anyone.

[Not that they spend a super large amount of time talking to each other about their personal lives unless they make it Underground business.

Then she realizes why Faith is potentially having this conversation.]

Don't break him, okay? Benny's a good guy.

[madskilled]

Chill, Queen C. I'm not asking for the guy's hand. It's just - you see a Benny. ( She looks back with a roll of her shoulder. ) Pick it up.

[letsbe_clear]

I'm just saying.

[She then gestures back towards the table.]

But go. You don't want to waste all your flirty puns on me.

[madskilled]

You think that's my best work, you got another thing coming. Come on. Let's put the c in celebrate.

( And Cordelia.

She returns to the table handing both shots (yes, Benny, they're each taking two) to her new werewolf friend. )

Nice one-two punch.

[sandinmypockets]

[Benny tips his head to the side because he can handle two shots. He picks up the tequila first, raising in it a toasting gesture.]

To a job well done.

[Clinked glasses, shots knocked back, and time to get the party started.]

[madskilled]

( Faith takes the first one like she was hired to take it. Raises the whiskey, pursing her lips, clinking it against Cordy's and Benny's. )

To job's ass kicked.

( And that second one goes down smooth, don't it. She just check on the human side of this triangle. Two shots in two seconds. Not for amateurs. )

[sandinmypockets]

[Cordy is not taking her shots that quickly, thank you. She is aware of her human limitations. She will acknowledge the toast, but is letting the tequila settle.

Benny, however, does take his second shot with a sigh.]

Whiskey was definitely better.

["Agree to disagree," Cordy muses before finally taking her second. "That is nice though."]

[madskilled]

Ain't it just.

( She stacks all the shot glasses on top of one another, sits back and kicks a foot on the table leg. )

Hey, that vamp you saw. Did you recognize him at all?

[sandinmypockets]

[Benny frowns, before shaking his head.]

He was one of the normal ones. The soulless ones like Angel smell super dead, and the weird third ones smell sick, almost. Not dead but not well. This guy spelled like blood and ... like they're preserved?

[He doesn't know if that makes any sense.]

That's usually the kind that don't like werewolves too much and you should probably steer clear.

[madskilled]

Sounds like Stefan's flavor.

( It does make sense, though, now that they got the skinny on the differences. )

Look, I go where I gotta go, if someone comes between me and my fist, then that's on them. Vamp, werewolf, no offense, they're asking for it, I give em a kiss.

( With her fist. )

Might be smart to ID the preserves.

[sandinmypockets]

[Cordy groans. "You bring this up after I start drinking?"

Benny smirks as he glances over at her.]

We can make it tomorrow's hangover's problem?

[madskilled]

I mean your Johnny 5-O. Bodies are probably grilled cheese by now.

( Also, probably not the best thing to mention after eating and drinking, but, Faith's gotta Faith. )

Big Ben and I can handle it tomorrow, see if we can't ID vamp honcho, and yeah, maybe get into the morgue just in case. I clean up real nice.

[letsbe_clear]

[Benny smirks back at her. "I bet you do."

Cordy rolls her eyes because she did not sign up to be a third wheel, and yet she is also not surprised, given her and Faith's conversation at the bar.]

Okay, well, you two have fun. I'm more than happy to skip a trip to the morgue.

[madskilled]

( As if Chuck were writing it himself, Cordelia's phone starts to vibrate, or ring, depending on whatever setting it's on, and it indeed the Big Guy himself (Angel, not Chuck.) Chuck is for a narrative difference in description. )

You gotta take that?

[letsbe_clear]

[Cordelia looks down at her phone and sighs.]

I probably should so he doesn't start tearing his hair out. Be back in a minute.

[And with that she will slide off to go take Angel's call and leave Benny and Faith alone.]

Hi, I'm fine. Benny and Faith haven't allowed me to become grievously injured.

[redeems]

Well, until now I wasn't worried they had.

( He left a very strongly toned and worded warning physically. He thought that would have merit. And, apparently it did. But more to the point of why he's calling. )

I tried making contact with some of my old Wolfram and Hart ties, but someone's making a move against the LA covens. Every one of their leaders. Dead, or bound. There's a power vacuum here bigger than we've ever seen.

[letsbe_clear]

Oh, wow.

[That's not good. The LA covens are dicey enough with the power games that come with being so close to an old Hellmouth - the Gauntlet is likely throwing things to even more stark relief.]

Have you talked to Abernathy yet?

[redeems]

I wanted to bring him something more concrete, before I call him up.

( He is not Angel's favorite nut to crack. And Angel doesn't like talking on the phone. Except, to Cordelia. )

Right now, all I have is the Gauntlet, but these are more methodical. I don't think this is the Gauntlet.

[letsbe_clear]

[Cordelia shifts to lean against the nearby wall, trying to parse what it is he saying.]

Methodical how? Are we talking like serial killer level precision? Because from what Alys was saying about the Gauntlet, sure it could be chaos, but not all witches are going to automatically go for the bloodbath.