"The last thing we need is that pair locked in a conference room full of suits." Spike could see the job falling apart in front of him. After three hours of corporate team bonding, the women would be twitchy and ready to gut the first person who looked cross-eyed at them.
Rachel grinned. "Can we bar the door?"
Spike snorted. "You've been working here way too long."


Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse
- mood:
tired
- noise:this old house
Comments
Which is a shame, as I'm sure
I don't think they could have handled me and
I believe I've dated those women ...