Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[abakingmetaphor]

Buffy was doing a bit of late spring cleaning at the bar. Some of the cheaper liquor nobody used had gathered quite a bit of dust. It was really gross, actually.

[OCD-free 'cause I'm at work]

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[onyourright]

"Can a guy get a drink around here?" Sam asked, sounding pretty amicable about it.

[abakingmetaphor]

"That's the idea of a bar," Buffy said, shaking off a dusty rag. "What can I get you?"

[onyourright]

"A beer. I'm thinking... something domestic." Yeah, Sam was putting faith in his bartender.

[abakingmetaphor]

"You're better off just telling me a name." 'Cause Buffy still didn't know the difference.