"Hello, this is Emma Frost. I would like to invite you on behalf of myself and Ares to a welcome party for the new teachers at the high school this Sunday evening. It will be at 15 Griffin Way and have alcohol. And food. Hope to see you there!"
"Hello, Mr. Giles! This is Andrew Wells. We met last week at the Magic Box. You offered me a job. In case you didn't remember... Um. Anyhoo, I've got my class schedule now. And, uh. I guess you can, that is if you want, just give me a call back at 555-WWJD and we can chat. Cheerio!?
"Giles, it's Xander. Just a heads up: that thing we were talking about last week? More of 'em. We're not talking Sunnydale-level infestations... yet... but keep your eyes peeled. ...Not literally; I'm cool with keeping the monopoly on painful eye-related grossness."
Slipped under the door on December 24th is an envelope containing a card that says "Happy Winterthingy of Your Choice - Xander" and the check for December's rent, torn in half.
Also in that envelope is a key to one of the storage lockers in the sub-basement, and a note. " Wouldn't fit under the door. Merry Christmas."
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card that says "Happy Winterthingy of Your Choice - Xander" and the
check for December's rent, torn in half.
Also in that envelope is a key to one of the storage lockers in the sub-basement, and a note. " Wouldn't fit under the door. Merry Christmas."
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