[ Giles is in the tavern tonight, trying to resist doing what he's been meaning to since the chaos of Halloween, which is get very very drunk. Buffy's been taken from him just as abruptly as she appeared, and Mayfield gets more unpredictable by the day, while all the resources of home remain out of reach-- it's tiring.
He glances to the woman in the white dress every now and then, annoyed with the drones on her behalf, but doesn't quite feel it's his place to say anything. He settles for lingering at an empty table nearby and giving the occasional disparaging mutter about American whisky. ]
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He glances to the woman in the white dress every now and then, annoyed with the drones on her behalf, but doesn't quite feel it's his place to say anything. He settles for lingering at an empty table nearby and giving the occasional disparaging mutter about American whisky. ]