Xander skinning out of his shirt, and scraping his legs out of his jeans. Guh! what an image, *pants*
Bed head Spike with the phone shoved in Xander's post wankage face, with not one, not two, but 12 missed calls. You just know he woke up with every single one of them, the poor bugger.
Also, "Oh, joy of joys," Spike muttered sarcastically. "We'll get drunk, you'll throw up on my shoes, and some tyrannical religious types will start preaching about the end of the world."
Yes, exactly the way to party like it's 1999. Love this whole thing.
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Xander skinning out of his shirt, and scraping his legs out of his jeans. Guh! what an image, *pants*
Bed head Spike with the phone shoved in Xander's post wankage face, with not one, not two, but 12 missed calls. You just know he woke up with every single one of them, the poor bugger.
Also, "Oh, joy of joys," Spike muttered sarcastically. "We'll get drunk, you'll throw up on my shoes, and some tyrannical religious types will start preaching about the end of the world."
Yes, exactly the way to party like it's 1999. Love this whole thing.