Now that nobody recognizes me, they bloody well leave me alone. Ever thought that's what I wanted in the first place? That, and someone/something not insanely superpowered (sorry, not going to fight superman or Zod) and not inherently good to fight and kill?
I don't ask for that much, do I? A crypt, comfy stone, a dusty skeleton to keep me company. Passions, onion blossoms. Occasionally a Chicago-style hot dog. Bourbon. Four Roses bourbon, if I can afford it. Now, vampire or not, I still want to help. Even if that means, stepping in front of a fist and letting my boss take me to the hospital.The fucking shame
Good times.
After that, I said I was going to be back to work when the spell was over. So? Any bloody luck?
Yes, go ahead. Laugh. But some of us were Victorian school teachers before they went bad. Didn't need to bulk up for that. Giles, shut up. You come to the bar again, I've told my boss and the other bartender not to serve you either.