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milliways_bar2007-03-06 08:50 pm
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"Grr. Argh."
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Spike stumbles down the stairs, one hand on the rail. So many late nights working at the Brothel, well, he's bound to be a little tired.
"Blood. No, coffee."
He stops, an idea forming in his mind.
"Coffee brewed with blood?"
A hot steaming mug appears on the bar. Spike sips, tenatively, then smiles.
"Ah, much better love, thanks."
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Spike stumbles down the stairs, one hand on the rail. So many late nights working at the Brothel, well, he's bound to be a little tired.
"Blood. No, coffee."
He stops, an idea forming in his mind.
"Coffee brewed with blood?"
A hot steaming mug appears on the bar. Spike sips, tenatively, then smiles.
"Ah, much better love, thanks."