Four – Customers From Hell
"Where do you keep the Dark Arts books?" asked Willow, prowling the shop.
"I refuse to pander to your addiction, you black magic junkie you!" declared Anya, bravely struggling to move from the witch's spell.
Then she looked thoughtful. "Are you going to pay for them?" she asked hopefully, thoughts of cash registers chiming merrily in her head.
"No."
"Cheapskate." muttered Anya.
A jar crashed to the floor making the vengeance demon jerk in her magical bonds.
"And you! Stop eating the merchandise!" she scolded, glaring at the culprit.
"Nom, nom, nom." mumbled Tara around a mouthful of chicken feet.
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AU- Happy Easter Everyone!:)