Hmm.

Somethin's up.

I mean, I only say it 'cause I keep seein' all these new faces at the Bar and Grille. New, bumpy faces, that is. Ain't seen Ev or Michael in ages. No sign of most of the regular crowd, really.

But a ton o' new vamps.

Wonder if I should get ahold o' Spike through the ol' grapevine...he'd have heard if there was a new crew ( Read more... )

Coolin' down up in our rooms.

Still pissed off, though.

I don't care what Korthrax thinks he is, or if it's mating season for his people, or if he's got those tusks.

Nobody grabs my wife's ass right in front of me.

Nobody!

Stock room's an ongoing project.

I swear, it was SO much easier when it was just the bar. Easier to keep track of things, easier to balance the books...sometimes, I think maybe I've gotten myself in over my head.

Then she sits down, and puts her head on my shoulder, seein' me all tense, and it's like it all fades away instantly, y'know ( Read more... )

She's home.

My Astra made it home ( Read more... )

July 4th.

Y'know, I might be a weaselly little coward, but there's another thing I am too.

An American.

So, I put up American flags all around the restaurant. Anyone who brings in a little flag, or wears red, white and blue today gets a free Hellmouth Surprise.

And my lady got me Mr. Smith Goes to Washington on DVD. It's playin' on the bar tv ( Read more... )

MAN, does it feel good to be back in the saddle.

After the business with that fake Moloch, I had a TON of makin' up to do with my lady...but she didn't make me work TOO hard for it ( Read more... )

*huddling under a table*

I don't wanna die, Ev. Not like this. Not by someone I like's hand...

//firewalled to all but Moloch.//

Why would she do that? I mean...I know...she's with that Count guy...but, I thought she loved you. Love doesn't just...go away. Love is FOREVER.

Nobody knows anything about loyalty anymore.

What do we do, big guy? I mean...the Slayer and her crew could come kickin' in here any time, and I don't need that... ( Read more... )

I know, I should be concentratin' on the new place. Got a million things aren't done yet. Already haveta replace one o' the cooks. Astra saw him eatin'...she was SERIOUSLY grossed out. My fault, I guess, for hirin' a Sectral demon. Insect heads, and insect digestion. He had his lunch...it was a cast-iron skillet he puked on, dissolved with ( Read more... )

Runnin' around like a chicken missin' it's head, tryin' to get everything ready for the grand re-openin'.

This Italian guy offered some substantive investment capital if I feed him some info about one o' the locals...but since it's Spike, I feel all guilty...but Moloch says I shouldn't go to Buffy about it ( Read more... )