Willow clicked on the desk light.  Pressing the power button she waited
until the computer warmed up.  While she knew the computer only made a quiet
hum, it sounded like a jet engine.  Once the computer ran through its
systems check, she quickly started accessing the files.  She wasn’t sure
what she was looking for, but figured she’d recognize it once she found it.
Pulling a few disks out of her bag she downloaded half a dozen files before
Cordy stuck her head in the door.

“Hurry up,” she whispered.

Willow ejected the disk and slipped it into her purse.  She exited out of
the files and shut down the computer.  Turning off the light she rushed
around the desk and slipped out the door and closed it behind her just as
Vaughn came around the corner.

“Ladies,” he greeted.   “Is there something I can do for you?”

Cordy laughed.  “You know there was something I wanted to ask you, but for
the life of me I can’t remember what it was.  Don’t you hate that?  Oh,
well,” she said.

He looked at them strangely.  “Well, if you remember what it was, let me
know.”

“I’ll do that,” she said.  Cordy pulled Willow after her as they exited the
building.

They joined Spike and Angel in the car.  “Well?” Spike asked as Willow
slipped into the car beside him.

“Well, what?” she asked.

“Did you find anything?” Angel asked.  He wasn’t too happy with Cordy and
Willow’s recon mission as Cordy called it.

“I don’t know.  I didn’t exactly have time to read everything.  I just
downloaded it to disk.  I’ll take a look when we get home.”  She curled up
against Spike.  She was tired.  It had been a long night.  Four long hours
of waiting tables and two dance sets took a lot out of her.  Not to mention
the stress of spying.

****

The four of them walked through the door half an hour later.  Cordy and
Willow removed their high heeled shoes in the car.  Willow leaned on Spike
while Angel supported Cordy.

“How about a hot bath?” Angel suggested.

“That sounds heavenly,” Cordy moaned.

The two vampires led the tired girls to the newly remodeled bathroom.  Angel
had had contractors knock out a wall and install a large whirl pool tub that
fit four comfortably.  The girls sat at the double vanity and removed their
heavy make up while Angel began filling the tub with hot water.  Spike moved
around the room and lit scented candles scattered everywhere.

Spike moved behind Willow, removed her long wig, and started pulling the
clips that held her real hair up.  Willow had gotten used to not seeing a
reflection in the mirror.  She pulled a tissue out of the box and wiped the
make up remover from her face.

Angel pulled the elastic bands from Cordy’s long dark hair.  She moaned
slightly as her hair fell around her shoulders.  Gently, Angel pulled a
brush through the long strands.  As he brushed, he kept an eye on the
filling tub.  When it reached the half way point he adjusted the temperature
cooler and added a generous amount of bath oils.

Spike lifted Willow to her feet and began to unlace her leather crop corset.
He loved that top.  It covered from her breasts to just above her navel.
Once the stays were loosened he pulled the side zipper open.  Tossing it
aside he unlaced her leather hip hugging shorts.  Slowly he peeled them from
her body and threw it on top of the corset.  Lifting her naked form in his
arms he carried her to the tub.

Willow swished her toe into the water to check the temperature.  It was hot,
but not scalding.  Nodding her head, Spike slid her gently into the relaxing
water.

Angel unbuttoned Cordy’s knit top and slipped it off her shoulders.  He
unhooked her white lace bra and slid the straps down her arms.  Then he
knelt before her to unbutton her blue plaid skirt.  As it fell to the
ground, he lifted a delicate foot to his knee and peeled the thigh high
stocking from her long leg.  Dropping it to the growing pile he repeated the
action to her other stocking.  He hooked his thumbs under the her white
cotton panties and pulled them from her body.  Standing he lifted her out of
the pile of clothes and carried her to the tub.

Cordy slipped into the steamy, sweet smelling water opposite Willow.  Angel
turned off the tap and dimmed the lights.  Spike and Angel both removed
their shirts and shoes and socks.  Leaving their jeans on the crawled onto
the large deck that had been built around the tub.

“You’re not joining us?” Willow asked as Spike dipped a nylon shower scrubby
into the water.

“Not tonight, pet.  You’re both dead on your feet,” he said as he poured
Willow’s shower gel onto the scrubby.  The scent of vanilla filled his
senses as he worked up a lather.

Angel gently rubbed the jasmine scented scrubby down the length of Cordy’s
arm.  Her long hair pooled in his lap as her head rested against the built
in neck rest.

“Willow, we are the luckiest two girls in the world,” Cordy whispered with
her eyes closed.

“Don’t I know it,” she said with a relaxed smile.

Part 7

Angel opened his eyes.  The feeling that something was wrong wouldn’t leave
him alone.  He turned his head and smiled at Spike and Cordy snuggled
together. Looking to his other side, he expected to see Willow, but all he
found was rumpled sheets.  Concerned he pushed back the covers and slipped
out of bed.

He checked the living room and kitchen, but couldn’t find her.  Climbing the
stairs, he was careful to skip the squeaky step.  He entered the office to
find Willow hunched over her laptop.  “What are you doing?” he asked.

Startled, Willow jumped.  “Don’t do that,” she reprimanded.

“Sorry.  What are you doing?” he asked again.

Rotating her head to loosen up her tight muscles, she sighed.  “I’m going
through those files I downloaded.”

Angel moved around the desk.  Leaning against the desk, he stared into her
green eyes.  “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he asked.

“It’s ten o’ clock in the morning, Angel.”

“And we didn’t get to bed until five,” he reminded her.

She sat back in the chair.  Willow stared at him and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.  She dropped her gaze to his lap as she tried
to control her laughter.  Angel dropped his gaze and realized he hadn’t put
anything on when he got out of bed.  He crossed his arms over his chest.

Willow closed her laptop and set it on the floor.  With a wicked grin she
set her hands on his bare hips and slid him in front of her.  She leaned
forward and kissed his firm stomach.

Angel smiled down at her.  He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.  When
her tongue darted into his navel, he could feel his cock start to stir.

“How about a lap dance?” she asked.  He pulled her out of the chair and
started to sit down.  “No.  On the couch.  More room,” she said as she led
him to the small couch against the wall.

He sat his bare butt on the couch while Willow searched for a song to play
for him.  She found the CD she was looking for and cued it up.  Plugging in
the headphones she slipped them over his ears.  He looked at her strangely.
“I don’t want to wake Spike and Cordy just yet.  I just want you,” she said
as she kissed him gently.

“How are you going to know what’s playing?” he asked.

“Doesn’t matter?  Besides it’s one of my favorite song.”  Setting the ear
pieces in place, she pressed play.  With her back to him she watched the
counter start.

A sultry sax filled his ears as Willow slowly undulated from side to side.
Her hands slid along her sides to rise above her head.  When the music
changed to a drum beat, she turned to face him.  Slowly she walked towards
him as the singer started.

GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN
GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN
GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN
BUT THE BAD GIRLS GO EVERYWHERE

She stood on the couch, a foot on either side of his hips.  She put her
hands on the wall behind him and leaned forward as her hips swayed to the
music playing in Angel’s ears.

WHEN THE WIND IS HOWLING THROUGH YOUR WINDOW PANE
IT’S NOT THE ONLY PAIN OF THE NIGHT
YOU’RE BURNING UP IN YOUR BED, YOU GOT A FEVER OF LOVE
AND THERE’S NOT AN ANTI-BODY IN SIGHT

She leaned on one hand and slid her hand down her body.  Her nipples
hardened against the thin cotton tank top she wore.  Her green silk boxers
clung to her satiny skin.  She dropped to her knees.  Rotating her hips she
could feel his cock hardening against her satin clad crotch.

HEY JENNY, JENNY
WHY ARE YOU CRYING?
THERE’S A BEAUTY OF A MOON IN THE SKY
BUT I GUESS WHEN YOU’VE BEEN LEADING SUCH A SHELTERED LIFE
YOU NEVER LIFT YOUR HEAD AND LOOK SO HIGH

Angel could feel her heat through the thin silk barrier.  He rested his
hands on the back of her thighs as she undulated against him.   While the
music could only be heard by him, she moved in exact time of the pulsating
beat.

YOU DON’T HAVE A LOT
BUT IT’S ALL THAT YOU’VE GOT
AND YOU CAN TURN IT INTO MORE THAN IT SEEMS
JUST GIVE IT A SHOT
FANTASIZE EVERY MOMENT AND
IMAGINE EVERY INCH OF YOUR DREAM

Willow leaned back, confident that Angel would keep her from falling on her
head.  She grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it off as she reached
the end of her down ward arch.  Sitting upright again, she brushed the tip
of one breast against his lips.  Quickly, he pulled it into his mouth.  He
looked up into her eyes as he suckled.  Pulling back she slid her hands into
his hair as she rubbed against him.

NO ONE SAID IT HAD TO BE REAL
BUT IT’S GOTTA BE SOMETHING YOU CAN REACH OUT AND FEEL NOW
IT AIN’T RIGHT
IT AIN’T FAIR
CASTLES FALL IN THE SAND
AND WE FADE IN THE AIR
AND THE GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN
BUT THE BAD GIRLS GO EVERYWHERE

Angel slid his hands up the loose boxers she wore.  His thumbs brushed her
damp curls.  He worked one digit against her clit as the other stroked her
soft folds.  He watched as Willow bit her lip.  If he removed the headphones
he would hear her soft moans.

WHEN THE SEAT IS SIZZLING ON YOUR SKIN IN THE DARK
AND YOU’RE DESPERATE NOT FOR SOMEWHERE TO TURN
EVERY MUSCLE IN REBELLION
EVERY NERVE IS ON EDGE
AND EVERY LIMB HAD BEEN EROTICALLY BURNED

Willow pressed her hips against his hands.  With a frustrated groan she
stood up.  She shimmied out of the silk boxers until they fell into an
emerald pool at her feet.

HEY JONNY JONNY
WHY ARE YOU SHAKING?
WHEN A BOY SHOULD DO WHAT EVER HE CAN
YOU’VE BEEN NOTHING BUT AN ANGEL
EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE
AND NOW YOU WONDER WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE DAMNED

She knelt over him again and rocked her wet snatch over his hard length.
Angel shook as her wet flesh caressed him.  With a groan he flung the
headphones from his ears and grabbed her hips.  He arched his hips hard
against her.

Willow pulled back slightly until she felt the head of his cock at her
entrance.  With a downward thrust she enveloped him.  Angel threw his head
back as he slid into her hot channel.  She leaned forward to nip at his neck.

She raised her hips and slid down his length again.  She arched her back as
he filled her.  His hands cupped her firm ass as he lifted and lowered her
on his throbbing shaft.  Holding her tightly against him, he flipped them
over.   He moved faster and faster.  Willow dug her heels into the couch and
arched her hips to meet his demanding thrusts.   Her nails bit into his
biceps as her body shattered into orgasm.

Angel felt her body tighten around him.  His demon came to the fore as he
emptied his cold seed into her hot body.  His fangs bit into the swell of
her breast.  Her sweet blood filled his mouth as his body shuttered its
release.

“Well, that didn’t take long,” a smirking voice said from behind them.

Willow looked over Angel’s shoulder.  “Hi, Spike, Cordy.  Did we wake you?”
she asked.

Cordy leaned against the peroxide blonde.  “It’s a big bed without the two
of you in it,” she said.

Spike tossed Angel the robe he left at the end of the bed.  “Getting old,
Peaches?” Spike teased.

Willow picked up the boxers and tank top off the floor.  “Oh, shut up,
Spike.  Like Cordy hasn’t made you come within minutes,” she said as she
slipped the soft cotton over her head.

“Willow made you come in two minutes forty seconds.  I timed it,” Cordy
said with a smug smile.

Spike glared at the three of them.  “All right all ready.  I got the point,”
he said as he flopped down onto the couch.

Willow turned off the stereo which still played.  Spotting her laptop on the
floor she remembered why she got up so early in the first place.  “Oh, I
completely forgot.  I found some important information about The Isis Club,”
she said as she set her computer on the desk.

Part 8

“Information on The Isis Club?” Cordy asked as she hopped up on the desk.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Spike starting to sit on the couch.
  “Careful about the wet spot,” she warned with a grin.

Spike glared at his sire as he moved to the chair in the corner.

Willow blushed as she opened her laptop and searched for the correct file.
“I found the financial records.  Apparently, Vaughn received sizable
donations from local corporations.   Probably to show clients a good time.
There’s one benifactor in particular I thought was interesting.”

Cordy scanned the information on the screen.  She looked up at Angel.
“Wolfman and Hart.”

“Sounds like a wrestling tag team,” Spike said from his corner.

Angel moved behind the red head.  “They’re a law firm.”

“And Angel’s biggest fans,” Cordy added.

“Why would they give...” Willow double checked the total.  “Over a million
dollars to Isis?” she asked.

“I guess even lawyers like to have a good time,” Cordy said with a shrug.

“Or their clients,” Spike suggested.

Angel started to pace.  “I really don’t like this.  If they know we’re
working there, they may try something.”

“Do you want to quit?” Cordy asked.  She wasn’t to happy about the prospect
of running into the ruthless law firm.

“If we don’t find something concrete soon, yes.  I don’t want any of you to
get hurt,” he said as he looked at his three lovers.  “Are you sure Vaughn
didn’t see you coming out of his office?”

“Pretty sure,” Willow said as she closed the files.  She lifted a hand to
cover her yawn.

He nodded.  “Let’s go back to bed.”

****

Vaugh ran through his system files once more to make sure he didn’t miss
anythng.  *What the hell is she looking for?*  The phone rang.  Glancing at
the blinking light, he realized it was the private line.  “Isis Club,” he
aswered.  “Oh, it’s you.  Of course.  Everything’s ready.  I’ve got the
perfect girls for the occation.  See you to night at midnight.”  He replaced
the receiver as he started at the monitor.  *How am I going to replace them?
  Oh, well, half a mill is half a mill,* he shrugged mentally.

****

Willow sat at the vanity table in the dressing room.  She pushed a couple
hair pins into her wig to sucure it to her real hair.

“How in the hell did you manage to score a private party?” Elise asked from
behind her.

Willow glanced up at the dark haired woman’s reflection.  “I don’t know.
Vaughn just asked if I wanted to do it.”

“I’ve worked here for over a year and have never been asked to do a private
party.  You work a week and you’re one of the top dancers and now a private
party.”  Jealousy laced her words.

“Get over yourself, Elise,” Cordy said as she buckled her Mary Janes.
“Don’t blame Scarlett.  We didn’t ask to do it.”

Elise turned to the “school girl”.  “You could have said no.”

“At two grand a piece?   We’re not that stupid.”  She leaned over the vanity
table to apply her pink lip gloss.

“Elise, I need you out front,” Vaughn said from the doorway.  “Kylia,
Scarlett, are you ready?” he asked.

“All set,” Cordy said as she grabbed Willow’s hand.  Outside the dressing
room, they found Derick waiting for them.  “Where’s Angel or Spike?”

“Derick’s my best bouncer,” Vaughn explained as he lead them to one of the
private party rooms above the club.

Willow threw Cordy a slightly panicked look.  Cordy gripped her lover’s hand
tighter.

****

Cordy peaked out the curtains to see who was attending this private party.
The spot light at the back of the room blinded her.  “I don’t like this,”
she whispered to Willow.

“Me, either,” she whispered back.

Part 9

“I don’t like this,” Cordy whispered to Willow.

“Me, either,” Willow whispered back.

“So what do we do now?” Cordy asked as she released the curtain.

Willow walked over to the door Vaughn had shown them. She grabbed the
doorknob. With a heavy sigh, she turned to Cordy. “It’s locked.”

“What do you mean it’s locked?” Cordelia pushed Willow out of the way and
tried the door herself. “Now what?”

“Let me try something,” Willow said as she placed her hands over the lock.
After mumbling a few words, she tried the knob again. “Damn it. This spell
always works.”

“Now what?”

“How the hell should I know?” Willow asked.

“You’re the smart one.”

“Pft.” Willow rolled her green eyes. “Thanks a lot.”

“Is there a problem, ladies?” a deep voice asked from behind them.

The pair turned as one to the man in a three piece suit. “Uh, no,” Cordy
squeaked. She cleared her throat to regain her composure. “Well, actually,
yes. We seemed to have forgotten our music. We’ll just go grab it and be
right back.” She turned to try the locked door again.

He stepped forward and grabbed her arm. “That won’t be necessary.”
****
Angel leaned over the bar. “Amber, have you seen Kylia and Scarlett?” he
asked.

Amber set a couple of drinks on a tray and walked over to where Angel stood.
“No. But you might want to check with Elise,” she suggested pointing to
the dark haired woman waiting tables.

“Thanks.” He moved through the crowded room to where Elise stood surveying
the room. She looked nervous. “Elise.”

“Angel,” she exclaimed, startled. “Party over so soon?” she asked.

“What party?”

“The private party Kylia and Scarlett were doing upstairs. I figured either
you or Spike would be playing watchdog.”

Angel glanced over at the corner where Spike was standing. Then he checked
the rest of the room for the other bouncers. Jack and Ron were both
present. He’d seen Vaughn enter his office twenty minutes ago. he returned
his attention to Elise who was also taking attendance. “Where is it?”

“I’m sure everything is fine,” she said nervously. *It isn’t like Vaughn to
leave a girl alone with a client,* she thought.

Angel grabbed her arm. “Where is it?” he asked again.

“Upstairs. I’ll show you the back way,” she said as she walked to the back
of the room.

Angel motioned for Spike to follow them.

“What’s up?” Spike asked when he joined them.

“They’re alone,” Angel answered.

Elise lead the way upstairs and down another hallway. They found Derick
standing guard. “Derick, I didn’t know you were working tonight. Listen, I
need to talk to Kylia and Scarlett,” she said.

“Private party, Elise. No interruptions,” he said.

“It’s an emergency,” she tried to explain.

Derick stared at the trio. Orders were orders. “No.”

A scream could be heard faintly through the door. “Xander!”

Angel and Spike glanced at each other. It was the code word they had
decided to use if the girls were in trouble. Spike pulled Elise out of the
way while Angel threw Derick away from the door. Angel tried the doorknob
and found it locked. Derick picked himself off the floor and Angel turned
to take care of him.

Spike stepped back and kicked in the door. The wood splintered under the
pressure. The blonde vampire wasted no time rushing into the room.

He found Cordelia being held in place with her arm twisted behind her back.
Willow was held in place on the floor by her hands and feet while a demon
bent over her. It’s mouth was pressed tightly to hers. Her struggles
became weaker and weaker until she laid still.

With a savage growl, Spike attacked the demon. He tried to kick it in the
head without hitting Willow. Everyone seemed to ignore Spike as he hit and
kicked the immovable demon. “Angel! Get your ass in here,” he yelled.

Elise tried to hit the man holding Cordelia over the head with her drink
tray. All she managed to do was break the tray in half. “Talk about your
hard heads,” she muttered, looking at the broken pieces in her hands

Angel finally managed to knock Derick unconscious. He rushed into the room
and stared at the demon. He noticed Spike drawing back his foot to kick the
demon in the head. “No!” he yelled.

Startled Spike missed his target and nearly fell on his butt. “Okay, Lucy.
Why’d you stop me?”

Angel slowly circled the demon and Willow. “It’s a siphon demon. If you
break the connection you could kill Willow.”

“A what?”

“Siphon demon. They go by a lot of names. They siphon off energy.”

“How do we kill it?”

Angel knelt beside Willow and stroked the soft strands of red hair. Her wig
had been pulled off in the struggle so it was her own short hair. Looking
up at his childe, he sighed. “We can’t. Not without hurting Willow.”

Spike shook his head in disbelief. He couldn’t lose his Willow.

Elise stared at the scene in awe. She’d lived in LA most of her life, but
had never seen anything like this. Everyone was still as a wax museum
display, herself included. She noticed something strange about Scarlett. A
glow started to surround the leather clad red head.

“What’s that?” she asked with a squeak.

Angel and Spike noticed the strange glow as well. The demon started to
move. It’s lips released their hold on Willow.

Elise started to gag when she saw a long tentacle back its way out of
Willow’s throat. She had to turn her head from the sight.

The siphon demon breathed a sigh of relief as he sat back on his heels. The
others began to move as well. The men holding Willow’s hands and feet
released her. The man holding onto Cordy winced as pain rushed through his
head.

“What did you do to her?” Spike growled.

The demon looked up at the vampires in the room. They hadn’t been there
when he started the ritual.

Angel bent down to lift Willow into his arms.

“No. If you move her she will die. Let her come out of it first. She’ll
be fine.”

“What do you mean fine? What did you do to her?” Angel demanded.

“Willow?” Cordy said as she came out of her trance. She tried to clear her
throat, but it felt like she had a five pound furball in there.

Angel walked over to Cordy and pulled her into his arms. He glared at the
demon kneeling on the floor. “What did you do? What did you remove from
them?”

“Remove?” he asked in surprise. “Nothing. I gave them something,” he said
with a chuckle. He placed a hand on Willow’s jaw and closed her mouth.

Spike growled as the demon touched his mate.

“I feel strange, Angel. All tingly,” Cordy whispered into his shoulder.

Angel glared at the siphon demon. “I’m not going to ask you again.”

“Vampires,” he muttered as he got to his feet. “I siphoned off a sorceress
a month ago. I didn’t realize she was a sorceress at the time, of course.
Have you ever had a case of heartburn that won’t go away?” He looked from
one vampire to the other. “I guess not. Anyway I had to get rid of that
power before it killed me. The Powers That Be led me here. I tried a few
girls, but they either freaked out or couldn’t contain enough power to
relieve the pain.”

“So you gave Willow that power?” Angel asked.

“Both of them actually. I was surprised by the brunette. She took more
that I thought she could. The red head has about seventy percent of the
power,” he explained as he pulled his jacket on and motioned for his
bodyguards.

“Why isn’t she moving?” Spike asked.

“Her body is trying to adjust to the new power it has.” He glanced down at
the glowing red head. “Once she stops glowing she’ll be fine. See it’s
starting to work already.”

Everyone did notice the glowing was beginning to dim.

“Why would the PTB lead you to us?” Cordy asked.

The demon shrugged. “Something about a thank you. I don’t know and I
don’t care. I’m just glad to be done with it,” he said as he left the room
followed by the three bodyguards.

“Can I get a drink of water, please?” Willow whispered.

“Willow,” Spike said as he as he pulled her into his arms. “You’re okay.”

She hugged the peroxide blonde back. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thirsty, but fine.”

Elise snapped out of her daze. She rushed to the bathroom to get a cup of
water. When she returned, she found the four of them sitting on the floor
together. She handed the cup to Willow.

“Thank you, Elise.”

“No problem.” She was still slightly confused over what happened.

“So I’m a sorceress now?” Cordelia asked for clarification.

Willow reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of Cordy’s eyes. “Not
quite. You have the potential of becoming a mage, but not a full fledge
sorceress.”

“How do you know?” Spike asked as he kissed her temple.

The tired red head thought for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. I
just do.”

“That was the demon you saw in your vision, Cordelia?” Angel asked as he
kissed her temple.

The brunette nodded. “Yep. That was him.”

Angel lifted Cordy into his arms while Spike did the same to Willow. He
paused in front of Elise. “We quite,” he said and walked out the door.

Spike was almost to the door when Willow stopped him. “Wait. Come here,
Elise.”

Elise moved closer to the red head.

Willow placed her hands on either side of Elise’s head. Closing her eyes
for a moment, she concentrated. Releasing the woman’s head, she wrapped her
arms around Spike’s neck. “Thank you, Elise.”

“You’re welcome,” Elise said slightly bewildered.

Angel and Spike carried the two girls out the back door to the car. “What
did you do to her?” Spike asked as he settled into the back seat of Angel’s
car.

Willow snuggled into his strong arms. “I zappy-thinged her.”

Cordy lifted her head from Angel’s shoulder to look into the back seat. “We
can do that?”

“I guess so,” she shrugged.

“What do you mean zappy-thinged her?” Angel asked as he started the car.

“You know Men In Black. Eye zappy thing,” Cordelia tried to explain.

“Spike, do you know what she’s talking about?”

“No.”

“You know the movie with Will Smith,” Willow prompted.

“Yeah, I know the movie,” Angel said.

“I changed her memories. Not all of them just the whole demon thing. I
figured it was TMI.”

“TMI?” Angel asked.

“Too much information,” Cordy and Willow answered together.

Angel shook his head. “Why can’t you just speak English?”

“LOL,” Cordy said.

“OMG,” Willow giggled.

“ROFL,” Cordy laughed.

“TGIF,” Spike added.

“All right already,” Angel relented. “I give up.”

THE END
 

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