Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

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Wesley sighed with relief as he realized that they were nearly home. He wanted to hole up in the flat with Spike and pretend for a few hours that nothing was wrong.

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"So after I've played you my music, what are you going to teach me?" Spike asked, feeling a distinct pang of longing as they drove past a bar.

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"It shouldn't be that difficult," Wesley said. "At least we're not drunk yet. Anyway, the box can stay in the car for now, as long as we remember the liquor."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"I don't know about you, but I don't want to waste any more time before we open that bottle," Spike said, awkwardly picking up the video game box. "I doubt we'll feel that way when we move."

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When the door was open far enough, Spike squeezed himself and all of his parcels through the doorway. "Ta," he said, helping to keep the door open with his foot.

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"Probably." Spike walked over to the box Wesley had carried in and picked up the bottle of whiskey. "I'll want some of this first. You?"