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[sired1880spike]

So, Faith and I had shagged. Got to say, shagging a slayer definitely ranks up there with killing one. Never felt muscles like that - and as for stamina, well, she put me through my paces. We did it three times, I think, before she decided to go to sleep. Course, she kicked me out then, which I was expecting. Don't reckon Faith wanted me to

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[exiledwatcher]

Hadn't managed to quite wake up during the day, which as it turned out was now long past. One should never mix booze and magic especially when both are more then a bit on the dark side of the spectrum. Now there was only one remedy for this hangover - a shot from the bar and possibly some of the cheesesticks from the deep fryer. Nothing absorbed alcohol like greasy American food. Spotted an open stool at the bar and occupied it, "Need a shot Mary." Hadn't taken long to get to a first name basis with the bartenders here.

Eyed the bloke in the leather duster on my left from the corner of my eye. Sort of looked like William the Bloody. Wouldn't that just be lovely, another vampire to hang about.

"Anyone ever told you Billy Idol and you could be twins?"

[sired1880spike]

"Need a shot Mary," said the bloke on my right to the Gr'vaal demon behind the bar. Pretty weird name for a demon, 'specially since he's male, but you learn not to mock someone who weighs in at 200 lbs of muscle.

"Anyone ever told you Billy Idol and you could be twins?"

I roll my eyes. Yeah, never heard that one before.

"He got his look from me, alright?" I said. "Met him in '75." I've noticed the bloke's accent. "Another Brit abroad," I say, and lift my glass to him. "Cheers." I'm in a good mood this evening.

[exiledwatcher]

"Cheers indeed." Raising my shot in salute I down it in a single gulp, slamming the glass on the bar as Mary sets down a pint of lovely amber. Is there anything better then a demon barkeep with telepathic abilities?

"Seventy five eh? I'll take your word for it, that was a bit before my time after all William." Hopefully Drusilla and Darla aren't waiting in the wings. The last time Angel's long lost family had shown up things had turned from grey to black. Strange, I had studied this vampire at academy, along with Angel and the rest of the Master's clan. Yet we'd never quite crossed paths.

"Long live the Queen." I took a long swallow of the cold beer. Pure, sweet beer.

[sired1880spike]

"Seventy five eh? I'll take your word for it, that was a bit before my time after all William."

My head snaps up at that.

"Know who I am, do you?" I look at him carefully, and then tap my finger against the bar. "Ah! Watcher." Course, he doesn't much look like a Watcher - bit too hardcore for those pansies - but Watching is somethin' in the blood. They've all got a familiar scent, buried beneath their individual odours. Sometimes havin' a good nose is useful.

"Long live the Queen."

"Amen to that," I say, and down my glass of whisky. I nod at Mary, who pours me a glass of real ale. A rare luxury in an American city, where they drink that pisswater Bud and reckon it's beer.

"So," I say, "what's a bloke with a predetermined destiny to fight the forces of darkness doin' in New Metropolis' dodgiest demon bar?"