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It’d been totally worth it. Nearly twenty-four hours straight of being in the close company of the Supreme Geek of All Time, during which she’d had to fight down a near-irresistible urge every five goddamn minutes to seriously clout him, and Faith Lehane could at last justify her recent suffering. Hell, she didn’t even mind Andrew Wells catching her on tape gaily skipping towards him.
Looking over his viewfinder to grin at the Slayer (for which Faith would’ve ordinarily stapled his lips together), Andrew earnestly said, “That was great, Faith! But where’d you go after the big number? We’ve got only a little more time before the game’s over, and I thought you’d meet me here, like we arranged.”
In their spot at the mouth of the alley opposite Ray’s Music Exchange, Faith just cheerfully shrugged, lightly bouncing up and down on her feet. This inability to stay still was the direct result of the joyous music she’d recently heard, with these rhythms even now pounding away inside her head. Doing a few more dance steps just for the sheer hell of it, the young woman good-naturedly answered, “Oh, I just couldn’t pass up the chance. Figgered I could make it and be back here ’fore Red’s spell ends and we’re on our way to the castle. Did it, too, and I got a really bitchin’ souvenir outta it, for damn sure!”
In her pure delight, Faith stopped moving in the alleyway, to instead wrap her arms around herself and she began giggling out loud. A startled Andrew couldn’t help but lower his video camera which now contained an irreplaceable copy of the ‘Shake A Tail Feather’ number from the 1980 film comedy The Blues Brothers.
The rarity of this record caught by the New Council member a few minutes ago was due to the fact that unlike every other version in existence, this dimension’s musical number now included an ecstatic Faith among the other dancers. At the forefront of the rest of the crowd caught up in the jaunty melody, the blissful Slayer had enthusiastically shown off her absolute mastery of such 1960’s popular dances as the Twist, the Monkey, the Frug, and the Mashed Potatoes.
Bemusedly observing his game partner in such an atypical temper from how she’d grumpily acted during their whole day together, Andrew risked, “Uh, Faith, why are you in such a good mood now? We finished Willow’s challenge, you dancing and me filming it, so I thought that was the end of the game. Except you took off; how come?”
“’Cuz I not only met and shook hands with Mr. Ray back there, I also paid my last fifty bucks to a certain long drink of water for a spare somethin’ he was willin’ to part with,” Faith chortled. Grinning at an uncomprehending Andrew, the woman wanted to know, “How much time ’fore Red’s timer hits zero?”
“Uh--” Andrew paused to glance at the camera in his hand, where a set of digital numbers magically laid upon this recording device were now showing 00:38. “About thirty seconds or so. Why--”
A superhuman female’s gleeful cackle interrupted the man, swiftly returning Andrew’s attention to his companion in the Great Scooby Scavenger Hunt. He watched in utter dumbfoundment when Faith then took out a very familiar set of protective eyewear from her pants pocket and put these on her face. The Slayer next flawlessly delivered a classic movie line just before two people vanished into thin air from the alley: “It’s a hundred and six miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.”