There's a guy standing out near the range, shooting for practice, his gaze set determinedly on a fixed point at its dead-center. There's already several large holes blasted right through the middle, but he's working on a fresh one, and determined to make it look just like its siblings ( Read more... )

Ash is not at his best at the moment. Nor would you be, if you were dressed up as an elf, complete with the pointy shoes and putty ears. Someone's been working for paid overtime as Santa's Helper.

He's sucking on a a candy cane and trying to dandle the infant in his arms to keep her from screaming.

Sheila is winding together holly and bayberry ( Read more... )

There's a slayer, a Promised One, and a ghost in the Bar today. A giggling ghost carrying a bright orange plastic jack o'lantern basket ( Read more... )

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Ash is juggling a mildly cranky baby in his arms. A mildly cranky, teething baby, who's gumming on his metal hand while he tries to order a cup of milk and some strained peaches from the bar.

That's when a large, pink-frosted cake pops up instead.

Happy Birthday, Ash! reads the inscription in sprawling frosting ( Read more... )

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Ash looks like hell ( Read more... )

"Stupid vampire ( Read more... )