Three---Liquor, Beer & Wine

Monday Morning, Wolfram and Hart


So how was your night out with Spike, Charles?

Went okay. He's not so bad, y'know, for a bloodsucking creature of the night.

Wesley looked quizzical and turned back to his monitor,Where'd you go?

Oh, you know, Hollywood hangouts, checked out some celeb spots.

I'm amazed. I would have thought Spike would be more the demon bar, rough crowd type of guy.

Charles chuckled ruefully. Well, yeah, you know we always end up in some fonky-ass place, no matter what. It was over in Santa Monica. The Dive In Bar.

Wesley looked over the monitor, eyebrow quirked in amazement, The Dive In?

Yeah. Kinda seedy lookin', but I'm telling you, the food was amazing. Must be cause it's fresh caught.

Wesley pronounced it slowly, as though it were explosive. What kind of seafood?

There was this brandy, too. Denarbain...or Dargathian, yeah. We had these big bowls of wigglers, too. Charles continued, relaxing back into a plush leather chair.

Wesley shook his head in disbelief, Wigglers? You ate...

The bartender called them something else. Uhm, I think it was Nuclease something. Best thing I ever ate in my life and that includes my mama's cooking.

Little wiggly things,about three centimeters across, tentacles?

Yeah, that's right. You had

Wes suppressed his gag reflex and shivered. That...that wiggler was a Nuckalavee F'aushura.

Tasty, too.

They're...they're sort of a ..a louse. Found among the folds of the..organs of the female Dargathain Shura. Wesley turned the monitor screen around to show Charles the picture.

Chales thought it through carefully and his mouth twisted in an evil grin. I am so gonna get my payback. Oh yeah, Blondie-Bear is goin' down! Crabs! He got me to eat crabs!


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Title from The Reverend Horton Heat.