Spike (i_wannadance) wrote in blood_red_sky, @ 2011-09-25 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | karrin murphy, spike |
clean up in aisle five (murphy)
Chip fried, Spike felt pretty good about his un-life, suddenly. Maybe this soul thing wouldn't be that bad.
He snorted, even thinking it.
It'd only been a few hours ago that Harry'd zapped his noggin. He was heading home-- he didn't have a ton of money, but that wouldn't stop him from taking over a crypt and making it homey, like he did in Sunnydale-- and needed to stop for a new pack of cigarettes. Harry'd nicked a few, and Spike was all out. He didn't fancy trying to get through the entire upcoming day on zero nicotine.
He ducked into a supermarket between The Darkside of the Moon and the cemetery on the edge of the town line. It was unnaturally bright in here, and white and shiny. It kind of hurt. It kind of had a glare. It was clean though, full of food. Spike made a note to stop in here for some spices once he had more cash. Give the blood more kick. Tabasco, things like that.
The place was pretty empty, save the checkout clerks (two) and a woman he knew was there but couldn't see. He could smell her. Nothing funny, at all. But she was there, and she smelled nice. Nicer than the two teenage kids, that's for sure.
He'd have to find customer service. That's where they gave you your rolls of quarters and whatnot. And lottery tickets. And cigarettes.
Right.
He went on his way, peering down aisles for the desk.