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Spike fished his ringing mobile out of a pocket, smiling as recognised the familiar number on the display. "How'd the meeting go?"

Rachel looked up from her work as Spike started to get louder and his side of the conversation degenerated into repeating Dawn. He seemed surprised when she cut him off. "How on earth did she use Andrew as a weapon?"

Glancing across at Rachel, Spike had a look of bewilderment on his face. "Fed him kebabs and beer then stuck him on a playground roundabout."

"Eew... I'd do a runner at beer and garlic sauce projectile vomit too."

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open_on_sundaychallenge #168: dizzy
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse

Comments

laridian
12th Jun, 2006 12:21 (UTC)
Ah, the technicolor yawn!
redwolf
12th Jun, 2006 12:36 (UTC)
It's a classic, I liked the idea of using it as a weapon. Poor, unsuspecting Andrew. He should know better than to accept alcohol from Dawn.
laridian
12th Jun, 2006 12:37 (UTC)
I imagine you really only get one good shot, though, so it had better count! :)