The next day, I got up and checked the fridge which was full of blood bags and bottles of bourbon...
"I love this room," I told the gods of hotel rooms if there were such things...
Anya woke up and stretched, "Did I fall asleep?" She asked...
"Obviously, you did, luv..." I answered.
"Yeah, my fridge was full of food too. And when you take something out and close it, it refills itself. Think I will like it here." She got up and looked out the window at the bright and sunny day outside... "Such a lovely day, outside. There's a pizza place and a bunch of stores and a cab and the Statue of Liberty... Spike i think we are in New York..." Anya pointed to the Statue in the window...
"Cant be; we were in Sunnydale, last night..." I looked out the window in amazement.
"Lets call room service, I want some ham and eggs. Oh, I wonder if they have green eggs and ham..." Anya went to the phone as I watched the hustle and bustle of early morning New York below us....
"Yeah, the windows are magic so you can see any view you like outside," said Lorne with a smile, so proud of his Hotel floor... "Just ask nicely and they will show you whatever you want."
"Bollocks." said I.
"No really; it works. Watch this..." Lorne smiles and asks the windows nicely to show him Hollywood and the windows changed the view to Hollywood.
"Wow," says Anya. "Can it show me, Leonardo's bedroom?" Anya chuckled...
"Da Vinci or Dicaprio?" Lorne asked.
"Never mind," said Anya...
"How did you get this Hotel," I asked Lorne.
"Actually, I just won the alternate universe in a poker game from a Mr. Nightshade, nice old man... terrible poker face...."
"Who was the previous owner," asks I...
"Mr. Dark, they call him... strange gentleman, lots of tattoos. Runs a carnival in the fall, I hear... Say who wants breakfast?" Lorne walked toward the phone when a knock came at the door.
Anya opened the door to find a cart of breakfast foods waiting but no one in sight to tip... She rolled the cart inside and smiled. "Breakfast is served, " she said....
"I love this room," I told the gods of hotel rooms if there were such things...
Anya woke up and stretched, "Did I fall asleep?" She asked...
"Obviously, you did, luv..." I answered.
"Yeah, my fridge was full of food too. And when you take something out and close it, it refills itself. Think I will like it here." She got up and looked out the window at the bright and sunny day outside... "Such a lovely day, outside. There's a pizza place and a bunch of stores and a cab and the Statue of Liberty... Spike i think we are in New York..." Anya pointed to the Statue in the window...
"Cant be; we were in Sunnydale, last night..." I looked out the window in amazement.
"Lets call room service, I want some ham and eggs. Oh, I wonder if they have green eggs and ham..." Anya went to the phone as I watched the hustle and bustle of early morning New York below us....
"Yeah, the windows are magic so you can see any view you like outside," said Lorne with a smile, so proud of his Hotel floor... "Just ask nicely and they will show you whatever you want."
"Bollocks." said I.
"No really; it works. Watch this..." Lorne smiles and asks the windows nicely to show him Hollywood and the windows changed the view to Hollywood.
"Wow," says Anya. "Can it show me, Leonardo's bedroom?" Anya chuckled...
"Da Vinci or Dicaprio?" Lorne asked.
"Never mind," said Anya...
"How did you get this Hotel," I asked Lorne.
"Actually, I just won the alternate universe in a poker game from a Mr. Nightshade, nice old man... terrible poker face...."
"Who was the previous owner," asks I...
"Mr. Dark, they call him... strange gentleman, lots of tattoos. Runs a carnival in the fall, I hear... Say who wants breakfast?" Lorne walked toward the phone when a knock came at the door.
Anya opened the door to find a cart of breakfast foods waiting but no one in sight to tip... She rolled the cart inside and smiled. "Breakfast is served, " she said....
