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[slaying]

Hi to all you New Feathers. I'm Buffy Summers and I work at Good Spirits with Meryl Stryfe, Zack Fair, and Guy Cecil. Guy's the big boss-man of the bar but--if you come on in? All of us can provide for any and all of your beverage needs. We do stuff from other worlds whenever we can and don't be shy about any special needs in your liquid diet. But

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[hippocraticly]

[ Still sounding miserable and under the weather: ]

That damn dartboard is 'till there?

[slaying]

[...] Yeah, it is. I wouldn't have it any other way.

[hippocraticly]

Can't 'magine it gets that much use; glorified decoration?

[slaying]

I make sure it gets used. I've even played a few rounds myself. [A long time ago. With Jack Sparrow.]

[hippocraticly]

... And it's still in one piece?

[slaying]

H-hey! I'm not a bad dart player. I totally won the last time I played.

[hippocraticly]

With that unique Slayer physiology of yours, it'll just take a brief losing streak for you to break it. I remember that couch, Summers. [ And it is amusing him far too much at the moment. ]

[slaying]

[The couch. Angel. What, are you just gonna run through all her exes today?] That was a pretty long while ago, Bones. Besides--this game? I won, blindfolded.

[hippocraticly]

[ That is the general plan, yes. Don't they sound so much better than Spike? ] Was it? Guess it was...

[slaying]

[Really, Bones? You prefer Angel to Spike?]

Yeah. Before I moved in with you guys.

[hippocraticly]

[ Yes. No. Maybe. ]

Hmph.. it feels like you've always lived with us, Summers.

[slaying]

Well, I did visit a lot even when you had the apartment.

[hippocraticly]

[ A pause, as he remembers that. ] I never did like that apartment. My bachelor days ended a long, long time ago.

[slaying]

I've never lived in one of the apartments. Angel already had a place when I got here.

[hippocraticly]

You weren't missing that much in the way of excitement; more cramped than the dorm rooms at the 'cademy, bad smell, no locks... [ He harrumphs suddenly, although it sounds rather dismal in his condition. ] Why're we even talking about him?

[slaying]

I didn't bring him up.