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Wish You Were Here Wesley swallowed some more flat beer to try to get the strong and not entirely pleasant taste of what seemed to be a spicy seafood stew out of his mouth. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself," Angel said from his seat on the other side of the table. He was watching his finger trace the grain of the wooden table top instead of looking at Wesley directly. "Did I do something wrong? I tried to make everything just like you said." Wesley wiped the perspiration from his brow. "It's not wrong, but when you asked me what my past holidays were like and I said they were too hot and full of watery beer, pickpockets, and strange food, I wasn't precisely praising them," he said with an apologetic smile. Angel's face fell, though he tried to hide it. "Sorry, I wanted to give you... I'll turn the heat down." "That might be best, but I do appreciate the thought." Wesley reached across the table to touch Angel's hand. "Very much." Angel relaxed slightly and gave him a faint smile before he went to adjust the thermostat. When he turned back, he shifted his weight back and forth for a moment before speaking. "So I should probably give you back your wallet, huh?" |
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A Man, a Vampire, and a Bar in the Tropics "I've never understood the point of these little umbrellas in drinks," Xander said, removing the aforementioned object from his glass and throwing it at the table with the casual lack of aim brought about by the prior consumption of three other umbrella-adorned drinks. "Maybe it's to keep the drinks dry. Get a lot of rain down here." Sprawled in the beach chair next to Xander's beneath the star-studded sky, Spike was raising and lowering the purple umbrella from his latest fruity drink with great concentration. "They're made of paper, so they aren't any good in the rain," Xander pointed out. "Are they parasols, then?" Spike asked, looking at his miniature umbrella with new appreciation. "To keep the ice from melting? But then shouldn't beer come with an umbrella, too?" "Nah. It'd cover the mouth of the bottle.""That'd make it hard to drink," Xander agreed. "But they do make those beer cozy things to keep them cold." "Bloody brilliant invention, those." Xander grunted his agreement and picked up the little plastic saber on which were speared two pieces of pineapple and a maraschino cherry. "So what's the sword for? Do we need to defend our drinks against tiny pirates?" He looked around the beach suspiciously. "Tara said there wasn't supposed to be anything supernatural on this island. Besides you, I mean." "Can never be too careful," Spike nodded knowingly if unsteadily. He quickly drained his glass and gripped his own little sword by its hilt. With a frown, he slipped the fruit off of its blade into his mouth before resuming his survey of the nearby sand. Xander took a hasty swallow from his own glass. "Not when it comes to drinks." "I think I should order another one to get another sword," Spike said. "Good idea. I'll get one, too. Just to be safe." "And maybe I'll get a red umbrella this time instead of these sodding purple ones." |
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Three Jossverse haiku The heart can transform Cold lips meet warm. Heat Touching new bruises, |
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Does Giles Even Speak Mexicoan? In his quest to find his missing black shirt, which he assured Giles was his favorite although even he couldn't actually tell them apart, Spike searched the floor of Giles' closet and then began to pull down the bags and boxes from the top shelf. "Unless your shirt grew arms and hauled itself up the clothing rod, I doubt you'll find it up there," Giles said, watching calmly from the doorway. "When I took it off the other night I could've flung it up there," Spike said. "I think I tossed it in this direction." He peered inside an open cardboard box before setting it on the floor. "Perhaps you should pay better attention to what you do with your clothes." "I was busy getting your clothes off at the time, but if you'd rather I fold everything neatly and make you wait I'll see what I can do." "I didn't say you had to fold your clothes, but perhaps you could have set them down gently." "I was caught up in the bleeding moment." Giles smiled at that statement. "Yes, you were, but it still seems rather unlikely that your shirt ended up in the closet, since I keep that door closed." "Aren't you the one who's always talking about being thorough?" Spike threw a spare pillow over his shoulder in the direction of the bed. "Checking every sodding possibility?" He grabbed a big plastic shopping bag next and squeezed its contents curiously. "What's this?" Giles pushed away from the door, extending his hand to take the bag. "Nothing. Here, I'll -" Spike reached inside and pulled out a large sombrero with tassels around its brim. "You storing things for Harris now?" he asked, staring with undisguised disgust at the hat. "Er, no." Giles took the hat from Spike's hands. "That's mine." Spike raised his eyebrow. "Please tell me it's a souvenir from a trip to Mexico you can't remember the rest of because you drank so much tequila." "I bought it for a Hallowe'en costume." "I don't know which is more stupid, thinking it was a good idea to wear that car wreck of a hat or actually spending money on it." "It was a costume," Giles said firmly. "I get that, mate, but did you think about what you'd look like in it?" "Are you implying that I'd look foolish?" Spike snorted. "I'm more than implying." Giles gave Spike a stern glare and seated the hat on his head. The tassels waved gently around his face. "Well?" "You look like a sodding third-rate cartoon character," Spike said with a smirk. "But?" Giles waited. Spike sighed under Giles' unwavering gaze. "But you're still bloody gorgeous, all right?" "Yes. Thank you." But Spike made Giles take off the hat before he would kiss him. |
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