LENGTH: 100 words
SUMMARY: In an unspecified AU future, on a European buying trip.
He had earned that.
Nursing his scratched cheek, Giles managed an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to impugn the provenance of your goods, madam.”
“He really didn’t!” Anya said brightly, despite her trembles. “Please forgive us.”
The vendor – a tall Grimaldi demon, reeking of magic and garlic, her claws still out – snarled. It echoed in the darkened room off this Monaco casino.
“Another hundred Euros for the grimoire,” Giles said. “Right, Anya?”
Still snarling, the vendor accepted. Purchase made, Giles and Anya went out in the night.
"Rupert!" Anya kissed his wounded cheek. “Never bargain like that again.”