"I've seen you fight. Glad you're on my side," Spike said with a smile. Looking at their glasses on the table, he had the sudden realization that Wesley hadn't come to the bar to find him but instead because he needed a drink of his own. "Are you all right, pet?"
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Date: 2004-04-07 01:28 pm (UTC)