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Misconduct"Sometimes I really hate Xander." Dawn was sitting on the back step, keeping Spike company in his cigarette imposed exile. " I know Anya's blunt and doesn't always know how to behave in public, but he's so rude to her."

"I know, Bit." Anya was a big girl and should've known better than to put up with a condescending prat, but when he'd heard that Xander had tried his tactics on Dawn, it was all Spike could do not to kill the man.

"He needs to be taught a lesson."

Spike produced a bag from beside the steps and smirked.

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Part of the Mischief!verse


21st Mar, 2004 15:57 (UTC)
Just read through this 'verse. Really, really cute. Can't wait to find out what Spike has up his sleeve er... in his bag.
21st Mar, 2004 15:58 (UTC)
btw - I just friended you. Hope that's cool!
21st Mar, 2004 22:31 (UTC)
I have an idea about what Spike has in his bag, but not what he'll do with it yet. I'll see what happens when the next round of challenges roll in, perhaps he'll tell me. Perhaps not, I can hear my Razor Girl muse clamouring for my attention instead.
21st Mar, 2004 23:45 (UTC)
I'll be watching...and when I've got a little more time, I'll wade through some other fic!