A small bit of In Loco Parentis...
Dec. 29th, 2022 01:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chicating“I don’t know about you.” Spike said. “ But I need a drink. Back at the crypt, I have a rather disappointing O, a surprisingly piquant A pos, some whiskey…and some cherry cola for the little bit.”
“I’m in for the whiskey,” Giles decided, to nobody’s surprise, except maybe his own. “Although I must confess to a certain anthropological curiosity…”
“I could make a suicide,” Spike offered. “The O isn’t terrible when you mix it with something…or, at least it wasn’t last week. Don’t guess you have some bloody mary mix in that hobbit-hole that you call an apartment, Watcher? You could have one the way they were meant to be enjoyed.”
Giles blanched slightly. “I don’t think we have time for that..Dawn will be wondering where I am.” She wouldn’t believe me, even if she could see it, he thought but didn’t say.Even if he might not have smelled like a tobacconist. Part of the reason he laughed so hard upon hearing that Buffy, resurrected, had found such comfort in Spike, aside from the Charles Addams image of pitching woo among the cobwebs, wasn’t that it was so hard to imagine, but that it was so easy to picture getting quietly…what was that word Xander liked?...getting quietly hammered with a member of the undead. Giles bet there wasn’t a chapter in any codex about that.
“I’m in for the whiskey,” Giles decided, to nobody’s surprise, except maybe his own. “Although I must confess to a certain anthropological curiosity…”
“I could make a suicide,” Spike offered. “The O isn’t terrible when you mix it with something…or, at least it wasn’t last week. Don’t guess you have some bloody mary mix in that hobbit-hole that you call an apartment, Watcher? You could have one the way they were meant to be enjoyed.”
Giles blanched slightly. “I don’t think we have time for that..Dawn will be wondering where I am.” She wouldn’t believe me, even if she could see it, he thought but didn’t say.Even if he might not have smelled like a tobacconist. Part of the reason he laughed so hard upon hearing that Buffy, resurrected, had found such comfort in Spike, aside from the Charles Addams image of pitching woo among the cobwebs, wasn’t that it was so hard to imagine, but that it was so easy to picture getting quietly…what was that word Xander liked?...getting quietly hammered with a member of the undead. Giles bet there wasn’t a chapter in any codex about that.
