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Jesus H Christ, can't these idiots I call employees do anything right?! I ask for one simple task; find the transient that killed Bruce and take him to the hunting grounds. Him, I specifically said HIM, not him and his date! Just my fucking luck that his 'date' turned out to be one of the sisters of a citizen who was part of the group that helped the Slayer's team fight off the apocalypse. Brilliant plan there, ooh let's get half of the town's attention and draw it to our hunting lodge! Morons.
And they didn't even kill him. No, they let a couple of sorry sacks of shit demons go in and do the job and now they're dead and the transient is no longer a transient. Now he's living in the Watcher's building, working at the Bronze, and making nice with all of the good townsfolk. Christ, it's not like I can have them try again, either. Not only did he win fair and square, but it would be too damn suspicious and then we'd have to close down the lodge. Well, if I can't kill him then I'll send people over to annoy him about registering to vote. Doesn't matter that he can't actually do that for two years, I'm hoping they'll make complete nuisances of themselves and he'll either register when he's eligible or leave town. I should see about getting that damn two year rule changed, with the turnover rate of our citizens in Sunnydale it's hard to keep more than 45% of them registered legally.
The only bright spot in my week business wise was I finally found a new demon liason. Arianna Austin, ex movie star and full time Succubus. I've always wanted a Succubus on my side, about damn time I got one. Next time someone wants to give me the shaft around here, I'll send her to speak with them. Then we'll see if they try having an unscheduled apocalypse again. If she lives up to her expectations, and I believe she will, it'll save me a hell of a lot of aggravation whenever a demon gets a wild hair up his ass and tries to start something.
Monday was Valentine's Day. I arranged a nice dinner at the mansion for Carrie and I along with the six dozen long stemmed red roses I had delivered to her that morning, a dozen for each month since she's been in my life. We exchanged gifts, a necklace for Carrie, and I recieved an extraordinary set of cufflinks. Later on I received another gift in the bedroom, the jury's still out on which one I liked more. Of course I couldn't let Elissa go unspoiled, either. I had a dozen pink roses delivered for her with a ring I thought she might like.
All of these holidays and gift giving has got me thinking, though. A man in my position and with my political aspirations can't go long with an arrangement like this without their being some criticism of how he's shacking up with a woman and her teenage sister. It's not as if I'm not in love with Carrie or don't adore Elissa. Besides, she's the perfect woman for me, I'd be insane to let a woman like her go. Hmm, I believe her and I need to have a chat about our relationship and whether or not she would like to make it a permanent thing.
And they didn't even kill him. No, they let a couple of sorry sacks of shit demons go in and do the job and now they're dead and the transient is no longer a transient. Now he's living in the Watcher's building, working at the Bronze, and making nice with all of the good townsfolk. Christ, it's not like I can have them try again, either. Not only did he win fair and square, but it would be too damn suspicious and then we'd have to close down the lodge. Well, if I can't kill him then I'll send people over to annoy him about registering to vote. Doesn't matter that he can't actually do that for two years, I'm hoping they'll make complete nuisances of themselves and he'll either register when he's eligible or leave town. I should see about getting that damn two year rule changed, with the turnover rate of our citizens in Sunnydale it's hard to keep more than 45% of them registered legally.
The only bright spot in my week business wise was I finally found a new demon liason. Arianna Austin, ex movie star and full time Succubus. I've always wanted a Succubus on my side, about damn time I got one. Next time someone wants to give me the shaft around here, I'll send her to speak with them. Then we'll see if they try having an unscheduled apocalypse again. If she lives up to her expectations, and I believe she will, it'll save me a hell of a lot of aggravation whenever a demon gets a wild hair up his ass and tries to start something.
Monday was Valentine's Day. I arranged a nice dinner at the mansion for Carrie and I along with the six dozen long stemmed red roses I had delivered to her that morning, a dozen for each month since she's been in my life. We exchanged gifts, a necklace for Carrie, and I recieved an extraordinary set of cufflinks. Later on I received another gift in the bedroom, the jury's still out on which one I liked more. Of course I couldn't let Elissa go unspoiled, either. I had a dozen pink roses delivered for her with a ring I thought she might like.
All of these holidays and gift giving has got me thinking, though. A man in my position and with my political aspirations can't go long with an arrangement like this without their being some criticism of how he's shacking up with a woman and her teenage sister. It's not as if I'm not in love with Carrie or don't adore Elissa. Besides, she's the perfect woman for me, I'd be insane to let a woman like her go. Hmm, I believe her and I need to have a chat about our relationship and whether or not she would like to make it a permanent thing.