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"So, Spike and Andrew have the Dhumn traffickers trussed up like sides of beef in the freezer and are playing good cop, bad cop."

Dawn waggled her hand. "Not exactly. It was more like the Piranha Brothers."

"Let me guess... Spike threatened to nail heads to coffee tables while Andrew intimidated the guys with his merciless use of sarcasm, dramatic irony, metaphor, pathos, puns, parody, litotes and satire." Dawn nodded enthusiastically. "So where was Xander?"

"Stationed outside with a bullhorn."

Rachel slapped her forehead. "Of course he was. It's a good thing most demons are clueless about human pop culture."


open_on_sundaychallenge #186: chill
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse
Tags: andrew wells, dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, london, rachel evans, spike, xander harris
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