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[summoner_tucker]

To Warren's house we go, we go!

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[bible_beater]

There's ostentatious... and then there's Warren Mears' spread. To be fair, Graceland was ostentatious. The White House, at one time, might be considered ostentatious. But no longer. Mears' castle a blinding strobe light of ostentatiousness among a nation of tiny tea lights

[warren_is_gone]

I was feeling goodI'd made long, languid love to Andrew last night, had been able to give him the pleasure of torturing a junkie with a taser this afternoon, and had watched an uppity demon die by mine and Faith's hands later. And on top of all that, Spike was now officially my bitch

[bible_beater]

Mears looked to be the sort that imagined that clothes made the man. He had a fairly sturdy build that seemed more like it might be less imposing if it weren't in fancy duds, but he was a big boy nonetheless. And I do mean "boy" -- even the most cosmopolitan tastes in Italian leather couldn't hide the fact that he wasn't much more than a youngster in a man's clothes. All the same, I gave him what I expected was a sagely smile and shook his hand

[warren_is_gone]

"Name's Caleb. Thanks for having me to your lovely... ah, compound...Sir""Not at all. As I said, any friend of Tucker's is always welcome here" I responded evenly, giving this 'Caleb' fellow the same coolly polite smile I'd given Tucker. He seemed to have a basic knowledge of fundamental respect, at the very least. Tucker never called me "Sir