The alarm went off and my hand immediately slammed down on it, pushing snooze or off or whatever. I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust to the light, but it was still pretty dark in the room. The curtains were drawn - thank fucking God - and I rolled over onto my stomach, stretching out over the bed. I think it was the nicest fucking bed I'd ( Read more... )

"What's the sodded point, anyhow," I muttered to myself, staring out into the mist laden street down which I walked, right down the middle where they painted those pretty yellow lines. I pulled a drag off my cigarette and blew a long puff of black smoke. My voice turned sarcastic with energy. "Let's save the world, Spike! C'mon, it'll be fun! Pff. ( Read more... )

( Hello, I love you, goodbye. )

I pulled the Triumph into the parking garage at about 10:45 on Saturday night. It had been a long drive down to Las Vegas, and Angel had offered me the use of a company car, but somehow, I felt this was something that I needed to take care of on my own. Although I did keep the Wolfram & Hart credit card, at least for the time being. That was one ( Read more... )

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