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Dyan stepped out the door of the building that housed her suite in Las Vegas and looked up at the clear sky with a faint smile. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and her clothing reflected self confidence in addition to something of an ego. It was flowing black slacks tonight, paired with low heeled black boots and a long sleeved, fitted shirt in a deep blue. Over that was her thigh length black leather jacket, belted shut, though only loosely. The pockets contained cigarettes, a lighter and some money, not that she'd need it.
She started up the street at a leisurely pace, no hurry to her gait as she moved along just looking for something to do. Since her place was on the strip already, the throngs of people were enticements into a night of trouble, but she withheld for the time being. Something worthwhile would pop out of a door and just fall right into her arms when the time was right.
The night was young for the vampire slayer. Las Vegas was the kind of town that a girl could never get bored in with everything it had to offer -- clubs, bars, casinos, and even the strip joints enticed Faith. With a wad of cash in the pocket of her black leather jacket from winning a lucky hand of poker, she could do anything she wanted. Las Vegas was a place that embraced her 'Want, Take, Have' philosophy, and Faith was loving every second of it.
Fresh out of one of the seemingly hundreds of bars that were packed into the city, the slayer was buzzed from a drinking contest she'd had with one of the guys inside who hadn't believed that a tiny thing like her could throw drinks back like one of the big boys. She had sure proven him wrong and was still riding on the high of her win.
She weaved her way through the crowd of people walking the streets, the alcohol warming her insides despite the cool desert air that blew through her dark blood red leather pants. Her open jacket revealed the low cut black tank top underneath, her pushed up cleavage practically pouring out of it.
In her state, she couldn't help but dance to the various beats she could feel pouring out of the clubs. Eventually, she'd stop in one. But for now? She was just playing the streets, keeping an eye and ear out for anything weird going on. There was a stake hidden under her pant lag, strapped to her boot, and a switchblade in the other pocket of her jacket. The city was ripe for the taking, and Faith was gonna make sure that all those ripe human necks stayed in tact until they found their way to their respective hotel rooms.
( Let's get ready to RUMBLE! )
"Great," she mumbled under her breath as she climbed up to her feet to glare at the crowd. "Just what I need, cops."
Although her criminal record was cleared, the last thing she needed was to be hauled off to jail for assaulting a so-called innocent woman. The Watcher's Council would not be pleased to have to post her bail, and so Faith's decision was made.
With one last look at the vampire, she turned and flew from the scene, pushing her way past the unsuspecting civilians. The battle might be over, but the war had only just begun. She'd track this Dyan Lachlan down again one day and next time, she wouldn't come out so lucky.
Dyan breathed a sigh of relief, strictly for the crowd's sake as she got herself off the ground and watched the Slayer flee the scene. She also fled, not having any desire to deal with cops all night long. As far as they were concerned, she didn't exist and that was fine with her. Another confrontation would come, it was impossible to avoid. She took to the rooftops, making it back to her hotel in record time.
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