Spike is dressed up ( Read more... )

"Excuse me, ladies, gentlemen ( Read more... )

"Okay, stop squirming ( Read more... )

"Whoops." One thing that Willow did not mean to do was to teleport in on the very top spire of the castle at the Excalibur hotel in Las Vegas. She makes a move with her hands and disappears with a small popping sound. Moments later, the pretty redhead pops into being insisde the casino of the hotel, fazing absolutely nobody. Las Vegas is an ( Read more... )

"Whoa."

The exclamation is somewhat muffled by the giant menu currently propped up on the table in front of Buffy.

"I don't even know what celeraic and truffle veloute is, but I kinda want to try it."

Xander and the others make their way back to the hotel, with a fresh pile of money and just the tiniest traces of demon entrails on their shoes. He makes a bee-line for Buffy's room, to knock on the door.

"Hey, Buff, it's Xander, we need to have a little chat.."

We yearn for days we're stealing
I can pretend that they're all mine
Please don't ever trust the sane onesMusic creeps out from the window of a passing car, catching her attention... yeah, never one to trust or love the sane ones ( Read more... )

Standing in front of the full length bathroom mirror, Buffy frowns ( Read more... )

Spike likes Las Vegas so far. It is a town with wine, women and song - or the current equivalent of it. For him that's whiskey, cigarettes and women, though the last isn't as appealing as it might once have been. Sitting at the bar at the Paris, he's been slowly working his way through what must be most of a bottle of whiskey and a pack of ( Read more... )

Finally, some rest ( Read more... )