your pressie, honey

for my beloved Andy

It was loud in the bar and the lingering traces of smoke in the air reminded Spike of his fingers itching for a cigarette. Since smokers were banned from all public places in England a few weeks ago, he’d have to wait though, or find a secluded place first. Still having the damn chip, he wasn’t likely to risk a bouncer throwing him out, especially when his rumbling belly reminded him of his hunger.

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