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[Early, early Sunday morning, Buffy is at Giles' apartment and unshackling her chained prisoners. She is morose, guilt-ridden, and fairly worn out after these last two weeks. Her everything seems to hurt and she cannot figure out whether it's from stress or all the fights she has been getting into. Or maybe it had something to do with suddenly no

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[harveyinmyhead]

[Look, a customer in Good Spirits. He sits himself down at the bar, rests an arm on the counter, and peers at the selection.]

So what's a guy gotta do to get a Gargleblaster around here?

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[slaying]

[She puts on the patented Summers' Smile for a man who needn't know about the horrific hell of a week she has just had.]

Said guy's just gotta give me the recipe, I guess.

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[harveyinmyhead]

[Forced smile, is it? He won't ask. Besides, that's a normal week for them back home, right?]

You've gotta give Zaphod the shakedown for that. I just figured you had everything here.

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[slaying]

What does it look like? I could definitely check.

[At least she is certainly sincere about wanting to fill your order.]

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[harveyinmyhead]

[Oh look, his references are going over your head, Buffy. He's already starting to feel at home.]

Damn and here's me without my Hitchhiker's Guide. Let's see, I think it described it like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon, wrapped around a large gold brick.

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[slaying]

I...think I've got something that qualifies on most of those counts?

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[harveyinmyhead]

Bring on the Bloodwine! No, too Klingon for me. And Romulan Ale is illegal. How about a Budweiser? Lite.

[Action]

[slaying]

Romulan Ale is illegal? Maybe I should stop serving it, then.

[Chewing her bottom lip, but she turns and fetches the final order.]

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[harveyinmyhead]

You bet it is. Doesn't stop 'ol McCoy from finding some now and then, share it with the good captain. [But frankly he's surprised they even have it here. Well, if Bones are around, go figure, right?]

[Action]

[slaying]

[The good ca--] Jim?

[She pushes the beer across the bar.]

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[harveyinmyhead]

[He raises his glass.]

Right. Here's to him, James Tiberius Kirk! May his love of green women not diminish with Shatner's career! [And he drinks.]

[Action]

[slaying]

I heard about the green woman.

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[harveyinmyhead]

Well they don't have to be green.

[Action]

[slaying]

Nope. No, they really don't have to be.

[Pouring herself an orange juice. 'Cause sometimes they're blonde Californian Slayers.]

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[harveyinmyhead]

[It's not a ship he'd ever imagine, frankly. Because, well... Shatner. He has another drink.]

So, think the experiments are over? Seems like a quiet day, but I've got a buddy who seems to think that might not be the case.

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[slaying]

...I don't just think. I hope.