“Angel! Fancy finding you here!” Spike slips into his booth.
Angel stares at his drink. “Go away! Pretend you don’t know me.”
Beat.
“’Lo, Sunshine. Buy you a drink? Say, haven’t I seen you before?”
“Spike!”
“What?”
Thud! Something drops to the floor. Suddenly, a boot-less foot is unerringly sneaking up the inside of Angel’s leg, heading for his
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