@ncmcrcy gets a night shift starter, circa 2003

Night life meant a little something different in every city. Granted, she hadn’t been old enough to experience the most of it back in Boston (not legally, anyhow...) and nowadays a lot of her evenings were spent patrolling for vamps, demons, and now the newly activated Slayers. Faith loved the darkness and the night - there was something powerful about doing her work when most of the world was asleep. But those who didn’t sleep were the reason she had to work.

This particular greasy spoon was not exactly one of LA’s most famous, but those places could be overrated anyways. The Slayer found some of the best grub at the smaller places that were just happy to have a customer or two. And for her, food that baseline edible was still a luxury most nights. She’d started with a coffee (which her metabolism would burn through in an hour, tops) and probably had just enough change in her pocket for something simple to eat, but thankfully this patrol hadn’t been working up a massive appetite. 

Actually, eating was a part of the stakeout - Faith spied a lone vamp in a booth in the corner, away from the windows. A basic but solid place to pick up a bite if you were one of the undead, given there were few clients and the hour was late. Everyone was keeping their heads down mostly, save for the cute but tired waitress keeping pulse on the front of house. She needed a plausible excuse to sit and linger.

“Hey,” Faith said, breaking the silence with a voice that spoke of prison cigarettes to keep the hunger down, “If that guy back there gives you any guff, just holler at me. M’kay?”