Epilogue
The occasional person stared over at the table in the back of a Denny's marveling at the assortment of characters. A punkish looking man with bleach blond hair and black leather jacket smoking in the back of the booth was sitting next to a young black man who looked a little worse for wear with a large cut, now well into healing, over his right eye; a small woman with blue-streaked hair and a commanding presence sat next to a pretty young woman who was examining the fork like it was a foreign object.
Layla put down the fork, when she saw the middle aged man and his wife staring at her, and looked over at Spike. Catching his amused expression, she blushed.
Illyria looked at Gunn, then Spike. "What is our plan?" She asked. "It would be a fool's errand to attack again."
"Relax pet. We are not attacking anyone." He looked over at Layla, and raised an eyebrow. "Right?"
Layla nodded. "The battle is over for now. But if you are asking me if there is a set agenda, the answer is no. At least, I haven't been told anything yet."
Spike nodded, and looked at Gunn. "So Charlie Boy, what do you think?"
Gunn put down his fork, and sighed. "I think...I think I want to get out of town. I need to get out of town." He looked out the window, through the fog of Spike's cigarette. "There is too much here. Too many bad memories." His voice lowered as he spoke.
"Fine." Spike stamped out his cigarette. "I have no reason to stay. That's two votes we leave town. Blue?"
Illyria nodded. "I too have reason no longer to remain in this place. Let us depart immediately."
Gunn attention snapped back from the window, as the others started getting up. "Hey! Can I finish eating first?"
The occasional person stared over at the table in the back of a Denny's marveling at the assortment of characters. A punkish looking man with bleach blond hair and black leather jacket smoking in the back of the booth was sitting next to a young black man who looked a little worse for wear with a large cut, now well into healing, over his right eye; a small woman with blue-streaked hair and a commanding presence sat next to a pretty young woman who was examining the fork like it was a foreign object.
Layla put down the fork, when she saw the middle aged man and his wife staring at her, and looked over at Spike. Catching his amused expression, she blushed.
Illyria looked at Gunn, then Spike. "What is our plan?" She asked. "It would be a fool's errand to attack again."
"Relax pet. We are not attacking anyone." He looked over at Layla, and raised an eyebrow. "Right?"
Layla nodded. "The battle is over for now. But if you are asking me if there is a set agenda, the answer is no. At least, I haven't been told anything yet."
Spike nodded, and looked at Gunn. "So Charlie Boy, what do you think?"
Gunn put down his fork, and sighed. "I think...I think I want to get out of town. I need to get out of town." He looked out the window, through the fog of Spike's cigarette. "There is too much here. Too many bad memories." His voice lowered as he spoke.
"Fine." Spike stamped out his cigarette. "I have no reason to stay. That's two votes we leave town. Blue?"
Illyria nodded. "I too have reason no longer to remain in this place. Let us depart immediately."
Gunn attention snapped back from the window, as the others started getting up. "Hey! Can I finish eating first?"