November 2008 -- continued
Faith slipped through the door into dimly lit bar that Richie had recommended. Joe's Blues Bar. Soft jazz filled the room. As she approached the bar and hopped up on a stool, a man with a limp appeared through the door to the back. He was drying a beer glass with a white linen towel. “Joe Dawson.” the man said by way of introduction. “What'll it be?”
“You got any stout?” Faith asked.
“Guinness on tap and Murphy's in the bottle.”
“You got ID?” Joe asked as he poured the beer into a frosted glass.
Faith dropped a ten on the bar along with her motorcycle license. Joe looked it over, and handed her the glass with a smile. “Hello, Faith Giles.” She'd taken Giles' name after her divorce. She sure as hell didn't want to be Faith Wood any more, and her good for nothing mother's “Lehane” was even worse. And, as she had confided to Giles, answering to Patwick, her first watcher's surname, was just too painful. Rupes had nodded and given her an understanding look. It was funny how having their lovers cheat on them had given them a bond -- of sympathy, if not the beginnings of friendship. Four years later she could number her true friends on one hand: Xander Harris, usually of Africa, Rupert Giles, head watcher of the New Watcher's Council, and a single fuck buddy that had, over time, turned into friends with benefits.
Faith nursed her beer for twenty minutes before the door to the bar opened again, revealing Richie Ryan. When he saw her, he grinned and waved the keys to her Harley in the air. “Should be like new. Took a bit longer than I expected.” Richie had patched her bike for her on the road, and had helped her limp it to his shop in Seacouver. She had made it in time for her two o'clock meeting with Rachel Weiss, the six-year-old Seacouver slayer and Gregory Itoi, her Shotokon master.
“Five by five.” Faith answered as Richie joined her at the bar.