The Hyperion (Then Points Beyond), Los Angeles, Thursday Evening Fandom Time

[cantgetnorelief]

Somehow Anders had managed to go and cram all his classes into the first half of the week, leaving him to his own devices on Thursdays and Fridays

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel totally perked up at the mention of bacon. "...you're kidding me."

[cantgetnorelief]

"What if I said I was?" Anders turned the laptop screen to show him the menu. "They have bacon tacos."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel scooted closer. "BACON TACOS?"

Yes, he was speaking in all caps.

[cantgetnorelief]

"Bacon," Anders repeated, poking at the screen with his finger, "tacos. Mashed potatoes and cheese in a taco shell made of bacon."

He scowled briefly at the computer screen. "They're on the West Side tonight, but hell, it's not like we have to drive. Wanna go?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Want. Now." Syllables were hard. "Yes. We go."

[cantgetnorelief]

. . . yeah, Anders had to ask.

"To the bacon truck or the room?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Bacon," Bel said, rolling his eyes.

Pause.

"Then the room."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Right."

Anders considered this for half a second, then grinned slowly. "With the bacon?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel smirked. "If thee's any left by the time we come back."

[cantgetnorelief]

"We better hurry then," Anders replied as Piper headed their way. "'cause according to their Twitter page they keep running out of food everywhere they stop."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel eyed Piper. "Do you think she'll try to eat all the bacon?"

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders stared at him, his eyes widening before his entire face turned grim. "Not before we frakking well do."

[demonbelthazor]

"We can take her," Bel said. "Just watch the hands."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Gods, you make her sound like a bacon thief," Anders said, elbowing him. "You don't think she would, do you?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Witches are tricky," Bel said. "Especially Piper. She'd do it and laugh."