02: [Visual] + [Location: Caritas]

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Casey punches the broadcast button on the tablet which is sitting on the bar counter and leans into frame. He's got a bruise or two, maybe a laceration on the cheekbone but it's minor and woe betide anyone commenting on it.

"I've got this leather duster here," he holds it up, "from the warehouse rescue. If you're the owner of said coat, I'm at Caritas, the demon bar in Osten. Ask for Casey."

He turns off the transmission and tosses the coat under the counter out of the way.

"So, where were we?" He starts grabbing some bottles of liquor and setting them on the bar in front of him.

Comments

[ voice ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

That's Spike's coat.

[ voice ]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

You're not Spike, I take it.

[ visual ]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Switching to visual, Dawn waves at her tablet.

"Not even a little." Yes, she's still depressed about Xander, but Summers women are good at burying these things.

[ visual ]

[notabuymoron.livejournal.com]

"So what is your name? Or do I gotta guess? I've give you a hint, I don't like playing twenty questions." There's a quirk of humour at his lips, though.