Summary: Spike takes Dru to play Bingo
Spoilers: None
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"Over here, pet."
"But I want to sit by the numbers."
"Dru, there's number on those papers."
"Oh, all right then."
"Here now, I think we use these first. Now let me see what... Kitten, what are you doing?"
"I'm painting by numbers?"
"No, no, no. We wait till that man tells us what numbers to mark."
"I have that number, do I win?"
"No, love. You have to get them all in a line."
"Like ducks?"
"Yes. Like ducks."
"Then I want him to call this number."
"He calls them at random... Dru, what are you marking... Put that woman's hand down!"
"But the blood makes it pretty."
"That's was the markers are for."
"Miss Edith likes the blood though... That woman said Bingo, do I win?"
"No, that means she won."
"Oh."
"Now, pet, don't look so sad. There more games, not just that one. This time we have to get the numbers in... Where are you going? Dru! Put that woman down! Now look what you've done."
"Did I make a mess?"
"Yes. And now they won't call anymore numbers. You killed the caller."
"Oh look at how fast they run with their shiny metal walkers!"
"I have to admit, I never thought the old wench could move a wheelchair that fast."
"Not fast enough."
*Sigh* "Well, I guess that ends the game."
"Spike, they're coming after us..."
"What's this then? They have stakes? Holy water?"
"They're chanting...."
"Yes, love. I think they're saying... 'Don't mess with Bingo?' Run, poodle! They've gone madder than you!"
"Are we going to make it?"
"They're more persistent than the bloody slayer!"
"Spike, I never want to go to that awful place again."
"Love, I never thought there was anything more evil than us, but I see now that you don't ever mess with old bingo players. They're worse than any demon I've faced."
Spoilers: None
*~*~*~*~*
"Over here, pet."
"But I want to sit by the numbers."
"Dru, there's number on those papers."
"Oh, all right then."
"Here now, I think we use these first. Now let me see what... Kitten, what are you doing?"
"I'm painting by numbers?"
"No, no, no. We wait till that man tells us what numbers to mark."
"I have that number, do I win?"
"No, love. You have to get them all in a line."
"Like ducks?"
"Yes. Like ducks."
"Then I want him to call this number."
"He calls them at random... Dru, what are you marking... Put that woman's hand down!"
"But the blood makes it pretty."
"That's was the markers are for."
"Miss Edith likes the blood though... That woman said Bingo, do I win?"
"No, that means she won."
"Oh."
"Now, pet, don't look so sad. There more games, not just that one. This time we have to get the numbers in... Where are you going? Dru! Put that woman down! Now look what you've done."
"Did I make a mess?"
"Yes. And now they won't call anymore numbers. You killed the caller."
"Oh look at how fast they run with their shiny metal walkers!"
"I have to admit, I never thought the old wench could move a wheelchair that fast."
"Not fast enough."
*Sigh* "Well, I guess that ends the game."
"Spike, they're coming after us..."
"What's this then? They have stakes? Holy water?"
"They're chanting...."
"Yes, love. I think they're saying... 'Don't mess with Bingo?' Run, poodle! They've gone madder than you!"
"Are we going to make it?"
"They're more persistent than the bloody slayer!"
"Spike, I never want to go to that awful place again."
"Love, I never thought there was anything more evil than us, but I see now that you don't ever mess with old bingo players. They're worse than any demon I've faced."