"A lot busier than I would have expected." Dawn couldn't believe that they'd been run off their feet in such a short time. That they also had confirmed jobs for the next month was too good to be true. It seemed that they'd fallen into a niche market that was crying out for their particular skills.
"And a lot more profitable," Spike added. They'd been out dedemoning corporate premises every night that week. Admittedly last night involved little more than politely suggesting to a Korvak that a boardroom would not be the best place to raise a brood, but their client didn't need to know that.
"Sounds like you won't be heading back to Rome any time soon." Declán handed Dawn a drink and settled himself in a chair with an artless ease that looked like it belonged on film.
Stretching her legs across Spike's lap, Dawn squeezed his hand. "I think it's safe to stay that it's about time we started looking for somewhere to live and work."
"You're welcome to stay as long as you like."
Seeing the looks Spike and Dawn exchanged at Wolf's offer, Declán cut to the heart of their dilemma. "But you need your own space."
"Got it one, mate." Spike raised his glass to Declán. "But I will miss having access to your garage." Dawn nudged him. "And your company, of course."
"Yeah, yeah, pull the other one." Wolf laughed. It may take a bit of creative bargaining if current tenants were involved, but she was sure there would be suitable properties in their real estate portfolio that could do with new caretakers. "How's the horror of dealing with the public going?"
There was a dual groan from the lounge and Spike dropped his face into his palms. "I swear that it's easier dealing with the demons."
Dawn was afraid that sooner or later Spike would throttle one of their customers and she was almost certain she would actively help. "They're all insane. We need someone like Wesley, someone who looks good in a suit, can put businessmen at ease and won't knife them when they act like morons."
"At least until after you're paid," Wolf added.
"That goes without saying." It may well cut down on repeat business, but Dawn felt that in certain cases it may really have been for the best if some of the people she'd met during the week were fed to the things they had been contracted to remove. She looked across at Declán and felt the beginnings of a plan take root. "What we need is someone like you."
"It'd make for a change, Dec," Wolf had no qualms about taking sides against her brother. "You'd get to keep your hands clean and regular hours would give you more time to spend with the lovely Rachel."
Declán shook his head in amusement as the women ganged up on him. "I'll step in until you find someone to take over."
"Deal, mate." Spike eyed his friend, wondering if he knew what he was getting into, but more than happy for the help. "It'll be nice to have a minion."
Declán fixed Spike with his serene gaze. "Just remember who'll be laying the groundwork before you decide I'm your minion."
Spike may have laughed, but Dawn wasn't too sure if Declán was joking or not. She spun around in her seat and put her head on Spike's shoulder, it would certainly be interesting finding out. Then all she had to do was break the news to Buffy, but that could wait for another day and having a successful business plan up and running would certainly help to ease the shock.
15minuteficlets — word #77: essential
Part of the Rome!verse, the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse