![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Square Twenty-One: "Is this thing supposed to be orange?"
"I beg your pardon?" Wesley set the laptop on the coffee table and stood, padding across the absurdly large living room toward the kitchen. Hopefully toward the kitchen. *Provided I don't get lost and require a map along the way.*
"This - uh - thing you sent us to get. The - thanks, Spike - the taalsetaallmilaa - is it supposed to be orange - oh Christ - shit! Damnit - ! Fuck - okay, is it supposed to glow orange? How do I turn this thing off?"
"He - what?"
"He had a vision. I thought he was having a seizure or something - a kid in my high-school had epilepsy and it kinda looked the same but - he had a pen in his hand and he started writing on the wall... Dad was kinda pissed. We were in his office."
"What were you doing in Angel's - no, never mind. What did you say his name was?" Wesley got up and walked to the antique desk that was against the sitting-room wall and hurriedly hunted up pen and paper.
"Sionn," Connor said, and Wesley frowned.
"Say that again?"
"Hey!" Spike ducked the flying chair, too, and snatched a bottle of questionable single-malt off the shelf - hurled it with deadly accuracy and whooped in delight as it took out a vamp.
"He didn't throw the chair," Xander mumbled around a mouthful of nuts.
"Who cares? Just wanted to get my hand in. Yeah, yeah, put it on my tab," Spike added, waving off the glowering bartender and snatching another bottle. Schnapps. Not even a question of what to do with that. Spike took aim and let fly and Xander cheered. The night was looking up.
"Wes! Tell him I can so have a camel if he won't get me a pony!" Xander said, snorting with laughter as Spike pounced on him and started biting him all over - ticklish 'love-bites' that still left a mark.
"Camels are nasty creatures, Xander - ask for an elephant."
"Xander!"
Something hit him, hard, on his blind side - made him stagger sideways and the second demon was bending down and hoisting its fallen companion by on arm and a leg - getting the body up over its back and gone, out the door with a bang and a jangle of the bell.
"What the fuck -"
"Hey! Gunn! Sorry, not you, one of the dice. Hey! Gimmie that, you little mooch - you didn't even ask!" Xander stopped watching the Herculean display of Douse With HoHo and snatched at his after-cereal snack. The douse clung and Xander lifted them both to eye-level. "Naughty, naughty demon. You'll make Dousemaster angry! And you wouldn't like him when he's angry." The douse twisted - sckreeked - and slid off with a shredding of plastic, chocolate under it's claws.
"Man, what in hell are you talking about? That portal's like a damn - pylon or something, isn't it? Givin' you all brain cancer or something. Is Wes in?"
The douse gave Xander the Evil Eye and licked chocolate out from under its claws.
No More Snakes and Ladders will be Updated on Monday, May Twenty-Third!
ETA:More comment PWP! For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
txrabbit who's stuck at work having no fun. *pets her*. Starts here and goes here, here, and here. Fifth ficlet in comments! :)
"I beg your pardon?" Wesley set the laptop on the coffee table and stood, padding across the absurdly large living room toward the kitchen. Hopefully toward the kitchen. *Provided I don't get lost and require a map along the way.*
"This - uh - thing you sent us to get. The - thanks, Spike - the taalsetaallmilaa - is it supposed to be orange - oh Christ - shit! Damnit - ! Fuck - okay, is it supposed to glow orange? How do I turn this thing off?"
"He - what?"
"He had a vision. I thought he was having a seizure or something - a kid in my high-school had epilepsy and it kinda looked the same but - he had a pen in his hand and he started writing on the wall... Dad was kinda pissed. We were in his office."
"What were you doing in Angel's - no, never mind. What did you say his name was?" Wesley got up and walked to the antique desk that was against the sitting-room wall and hurriedly hunted up pen and paper.
"Sionn," Connor said, and Wesley frowned.
"Say that again?"
"Hey!" Spike ducked the flying chair, too, and snatched a bottle of questionable single-malt off the shelf - hurled it with deadly accuracy and whooped in delight as it took out a vamp.
"He didn't throw the chair," Xander mumbled around a mouthful of nuts.
"Who cares? Just wanted to get my hand in. Yeah, yeah, put it on my tab," Spike added, waving off the glowering bartender and snatching another bottle. Schnapps. Not even a question of what to do with that. Spike took aim and let fly and Xander cheered. The night was looking up.
"Wes! Tell him I can so have a camel if he won't get me a pony!" Xander said, snorting with laughter as Spike pounced on him and started biting him all over - ticklish 'love-bites' that still left a mark.
"Camels are nasty creatures, Xander - ask for an elephant."
"Xander!"
Something hit him, hard, on his blind side - made him stagger sideways and the second demon was bending down and hoisting its fallen companion by on arm and a leg - getting the body up over its back and gone, out the door with a bang and a jangle of the bell.
"What the fuck -"
"Hey! Gunn! Sorry, not you, one of the dice. Hey! Gimmie that, you little mooch - you didn't even ask!" Xander stopped watching the Herculean display of Douse With HoHo and snatched at his after-cereal snack. The douse clung and Xander lifted them both to eye-level. "Naughty, naughty demon. You'll make Dousemaster angry! And you wouldn't like him when he's angry." The douse twisted - sckreeked - and slid off with a shredding of plastic, chocolate under it's claws.
"Man, what in hell are you talking about? That portal's like a damn - pylon or something, isn't it? Givin' you all brain cancer or something. Is Wes in?"
The douse gave Xander the Evil Eye and licked chocolate out from under its claws.
No More Snakes and Ladders will be Updated on Monday, May Twenty-Third!
ETA:More comment PWP! For
txrabbit who's stuck at work having no fun. *pets her*. Starts here and goes here, here, and here. Fifth ficlet in comments! :)
no subject
*bounce*