Spike had found himself a wand, but after conjuring up several cartons of fags and a case of scotch, he got bored and abandoned the wand in his cave. He was out for a patrol now, though really, most of the island residents just seemed to be having some harmless fun. Chaotic, but harmless.
He stopped and smirked as he walked past Xander and Buffy's hut, overhearing his comment. "Your 'wand' is broken. Why'm I not surprised?" he drawled, pouring as much innuendo into the words as possible.
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:35 pm (UTC)He stopped and smirked as he walked past Xander and Buffy's hut, overhearing his comment. "Your 'wand' is broken. Why'm I not surprised?" he drawled, pouring as much innuendo into the words as possible.