Backfire - Spander Files

Xander figured out was going on. Stuffing two packets of cigarettes into his duster
pocket, Spike turned around and grabbed a small bottle of JD. He twisted the cap
off and took two deep swallows before pocketing that as well. He then jumped back
over the counter and out the door again, leaving Xander looking and feeling
befuddled.
After a moment, the clerk ungracefully got to his feet and pointed at Xander,
“You!”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Either you pay for what your friend took, or I’m calling the police.”
The woman had quickly gathered up her child and was already getting into her car.
Everyone else was staring at him. There were three young kids hanging around the
beer cooler pocketing cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon while the clerk’s attention was
focused elsewhere.
“Oh, he’s not my friend.” Yeah, that’s the part to focus on right now, genius.
“Bullshit.” The clerk picked up the phone.
“Okay, geez, here.” Xander withdrew his last twenty from his wallet, placed it on
the counter and picked up two Snickers candy bars from a nearby display case. He
walked out, ignoring the clerk’s screams of “hey, this isn’t enough” and stood in the
middle of the parking lot, looking for Spike.
He managed to scarf down the first candy bar in moments, his stomach reminding
him that he hadn’t eaten in almost twenty-four hours. While working on the second
one, Xander saw a whisp of smoke coming from the alleyway they had emerged
from a few minutes before.
The second Snickery-goodness resting comfortably in his tummy, Xander sauntered
into the alley and found Spike leaning against a wall, taking a final deep drag on a
cigarette. His eyes were rolled up in his head and he looked in absolute heaven.
Was it possible for a vampire to look like he was in heaven? That didn’t seem right.