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Halloween. One night of the year when all of the things that go bump in the night... don't. Like a demonic holiday, without the streamers and such. Well, Clem used to have these little sandwiches, and everybody'd get together and watch The Addams Family... but no streamers! I'm sure I'd remember that.
So anyways... All Hallows Eve is the one night of the year that Buffy doesn't have to be the Slayer. So I thought, yeah, good time to get away, be NotSlayer and NotSpike for a spell. See, little secret? I've been selling the weapons and stuff that we take from the vamps and demons we dust and selling 'em on EBay. Got me a nice little stash.
Only one problem... I know absolutely sod all about this area around here. So I called my old mate Cole. Figured, anyone would know a nice place around here, it'd be Mister Smoothie himself. Came through big, he did.
Never even thought about New York. Old Smoothy came up with a good one, too. Esperanza Mansion. Got the Rose Suite, and had dinner delivered. Buff had Beef Tournedos, 'cause of the way it sounded, she said. Tasted good, though, even if it wasn't delivered by the Tasmanian Devil. Ah, never mind, you had to be there. Buffy ordered for me, too, some veal thing in a creamy sauce with pastries. Do I look like a man who eat pastries? Well, ok for breakfast, when the Weetabix is gone, but not for supper. I'm not French. But it was damn good.
After dinner, we went for a stroll 'round the lake, then came back and watched one of her ice skating movies.
The things I do for love.
So anyways... All Hallows Eve is the one night of the year that Buffy doesn't have to be the Slayer. So I thought, yeah, good time to get away, be NotSlayer and NotSpike for a spell. See, little secret? I've been selling the weapons and stuff that we take from the vamps and demons we dust and selling 'em on EBay. Got me a nice little stash.
Only one problem... I know absolutely sod all about this area around here. So I called my old mate Cole. Figured, anyone would know a nice place around here, it'd be Mister Smoothie himself. Came through big, he did.
Never even thought about New York. Old Smoothy came up with a good one, too. Esperanza Mansion. Got the Rose Suite, and had dinner delivered. Buff had Beef Tournedos, 'cause of the way it sounded, she said. Tasted good, though, even if it wasn't delivered by the Tasmanian Devil. Ah, never mind, you had to be there. Buffy ordered for me, too, some veal thing in a creamy sauce with pastries. Do I look like a man who eat pastries? Well, ok for breakfast, when the Weetabix is gone, but not for supper. I'm not French. But it was damn good.
After dinner, we went for a stroll 'round the lake, then came back and watched one of her ice skating movies.
The things I do for love.