Backfire - Spander Files

the Bloody to me.”
“I can’t do that, Xander.”
“Tough shit, Buff.”
“Xander!”
“I’ll give you the address and phone number to our new place tomorrow. We’ll see
you Tuesday night? About six?”
“We have to talk about this Spike thing some more.”
“No we don’t. See you Tuesday.”
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The CD changer shuffled and a choppy guitar riff poured from the crackly old
speakers. Xander groaned as the scar on the left side of his neck started to itch. A
few minutes later, Angel appeared in Xander’s doorway, hard-on visible under his
chinos. Xander sighed.
“Who’s this?” Angel nodded his chin at the stereo.
“Some local band. Willow went out on a date with their guitarist.”
Angel listened for a few moments. “Not very good, is he?”
“Not really.”
The vampire unzipped his pants. “We gonna do this?”
“Angel, you sweet talker, you. No. wait. Not here.”
“Not here?” He looked around the room, confused. “Wanna go to my room?”