Chapter one: Jodi goes for a stroll

There was nothing more satisfying than hard liquor after a good day's job.
The same, Warren figured, had to apply after a good day of doing absolutely nothing, too.

After having accidentally done away with Katrina – and pissed Jonathan off in the process – he'd went out and bought vast amounts of alcohol for the three of them. Jonathan, however, wasn't that interested in drinking. He was more interested in getting the hell out of the Lair for a bit. He claimed he had some research to do, looking for some nocturnal herb he had to use for a shape-shift potion, because, obviously, he'd had to use up the lot earlier. He had but some small grains left, and he had to use them when he went herb-picking. He couldn't be expected to show himself in his right shape on the street after that incident with the Slayer inevitably following The Accident, as the Trio now officially called it.

"So you're leaving, are you?" Warren asked, as Jonathan, now in the shape of a woman in a red dress, packed the things he needed to collect the herb in a parcel and pulled on his pumps.
"Yes, I am. I need this herb. Why, can't get wasted without me?" His voice was filled to the brim with sarcasm. That's what'll happen when you disagree about killing 'innocents', Warren thought. Stupid boy.
"'Course we can, it's just that, well, I think we should be assembled in case the Slayer and her nitwit friends find their way here."
Jonathan, or Jodi, as Andrew had called his female shape, glanced at him disrespectfully. "They haven't before. Why should they now? Besides, you've probably got a handy solution to solve that problem, if it occurs. Maybe you should bash their brains in, too? Couldn't hurt, could it – a few more corpses here and there, what difference do they really make?"
Warren grunted. Stubborn idiot! "You have a point there. About the finding, not about the bashing. I've told you, I didn't want to kill her. But we would have landed in jail if we'd let her off the hook. I protected us, stupid – while you two were too scared to take action, it became my responsibility. Sorry, that's just how it goes, Johnny boy. It was her or us. I think I made the appropriate decision."
"Yeah, well... meanwhile, you're delaying me. This shape-shift thing doesn't last forever, you know." He took his coat. "I'll be back in the morning, and I hope to find you in reasonable condition when I return. Have a nice alcoholic night." After that insulting phrase, he went out the door, and didn't look back.

While Warren was locking the door after him, Andrew came up the stairs. He'd brought two beers with him, the cheap kind. Warren frowned. He really wasn't in the mood for beer.
"Hey, was that Jodi leaving?" Andrew asked, sipping from his bottle in a quite disgusting way. Warren received his bottle cautiously, so as not to spill anything on the rug.
"Yeah, it was. He won't be back until the morning."
"He sounded pretty pissed," Andrew declared, a disapproving look at the door emphasising his words.
"He was. He still hasn't come over the whole dead ex issue. But that's his problem, isn't it? Let's go downstairs. I've rented old Voyager episodes."
Andrew lit up. "Great! Voyager kicked Enterprise's royal ass!"
"It did. Janeway is so much cooler than that dunce on Enterprise."
"Sure is."