[Hell, Meg isn't usually one to start them, but she's got a hugely bad feeling about this and in the past, the only way she's seen things like this come to a mercifully abrupt end was for this random, dwindling group of assholes to help each other out. So there she is, organizing a damn hunting party.
Suddenly, she feels as though she should be wearing plaid.
She notices Spike and gives him a wry smile. She knows that look... she's trying very hard not to wear one just like it.]
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Suddenly, she feels as though she should be wearing plaid.
She notices Spike and gives him a wry smile. She knows that look... she's trying very hard not to wear one just like it.]
Just another day in Paradise, huh?