That Sucked.
Couldn't say the ride from jail to the hotel was good. Pretty much turned into a whole lot of silence and an ACDC sing along. Sol can't sing for crap in this world either it turns out. Actually, it turns out she's the same girl I knew before, just with a bigger chip on her shoulder. Coming from me, thats saying something. The shittiest part, and there's a few to choose from, she has the same tat as my Sol had. That ain't good when this girl doesn't know me from Bo Didly, and all I want to do is screw her until her head pops off.

Once we got back I kept her from cutting Buffy up until Xand could calm her down. Then I was done. Found a room in the west wing that the girls hadn't cleaned yet and claimed it. Right now I wanted dirt on the windows, and grime on the floors. Slept for about a day I think but it might have been two. Or three. Didn't have a clock that worked, or anything else. The shower worked and that was enough for me.

Xander can worry about his slayer party. I need to find Sam and find out what his deal is. Sol met him, so I know he's out there hunting. Which is what I need to start doing. Also need to get my car from the bitch before he screws her up. I'm betting he drives like a granny in this world, same as he did in the other one.

Course I need to find some grub to eat before I can hit the road. Hope to hell someone's left a few slices of pizza in the fridge, cause I sure as hell ain't eating the ancient ramen they found in a cabinet.