Paige had that kind of face that smiled briskly and easily even as her voice soured. Witchy responsibilities aside, she did have a life of her own.     ❝     Ugh, can't. I gotta go to that evil place where they keep my paycheck.     ❞     She avoided catching Prue’s sharp eyes as she continued,     ❝     After that I promised Glen I would make up for booting him out of the house the last time he came to visit.     ❞     Prue hadn’t allowed him over after all.

Drunk Doyle!

Angel was hoping he wouldn’t have to come to Sunnydale. He’d really hoped to catch Nancy while she was in L.A., but the young vampire had fled. Word was she was heading back to Sunnydale, leaving Angel with very little choice but to follow after her.

He’d need help.

He tried to call Giles. Or Willow. But the calls were either ignored or never returned. And he didn’t have time to wait.

And calling Buffy? Well, might not be the easiest thing for him to explain over the phone. Hi, hello, there’s a psycho vampire on the loose and oh, by the way, I  tortured and sired her when I was evil the last time and she’s kind of my responsibility now. 

Yeah. Might not go over so well. And then there was the tension between them in general...

He knew he’d find the Slayer on patrol and as Buffy finished dusting off a few vamps, he made his presence known by slipping out from behind a mausoleum.

“Buffy.”

They were dangerously straying into depression territory and Vinnie would much rather avoid that if possible. Sunnydale did take some getting used to, and it wasn’t fair of her to bring Sabrina’s mood down. After all, the other witch had only been in town a short while. She didn’t know that clinging to any little bit of happiness was essential.

“You know what else I want? A cheeseburger. Like, a super greasy one. And fries.” And if Nancy happened to join them, onion rings. 

A shiny, pretty thing tumbled out of the open zipper on the girl’s bag. Mim stooped to pick it up, turning it over in her hands. She could put it in her pocket, and keep it--but maybe it was important.

He tried to clean the apartment. Cordelia was working late and he wanted to do something so she could relax right away. But being corporeal  was difficult and he had the water running to fill up the sink for rinsing--and now he wasn’t strong enough now to turn off the water or remove the sink stopper. 

Water spilled from the sink onto the floor. 

Oh, the headache. Why is everything so bright? She mumbles incoherent words before realizing there’s a warm body against her own. And it’s good. But she stopped.           I’m naked. Eyes closed as she tries to retrace the last events of her night with Anya. The female’s perfume mixed with alcohol and after sex scent made her well aware of what was happening. Or, better, happened.